Looking at the thick layer of dust on top, An Ruoxi threw the rag into the bucket angrily, cursing, "Damn Wei Yu! Stinky Wei Yu!"
Over the past few days, besides cleaning every day, she didn't have much else to do. She was quite free and relaxed. News here was somewhat blocked; they usually brought bits from various floors, but they were trivial.
An Ruoxi perked up her ears, listening intently. She was eager to hear news from the sixty-sixth floor. The higher the floor, the more dedicated people were responsible, and that group was quite detached from them, making it hard to hear anything.
Given An Ruoxi's personality, she quickly mingled with them. They'd heard that the company hired a pretty face with only a high school diploma, and they dragged An Ruoxi to keep complaining.
An Ruoxi didn't mind. After they finished, she weakly replied, "I am that pretty face."
In the bar, deafening sounds pounded against everyone's hearts. Here, she could freely let go.
