Zhang Shaoqing looked miserable, complaining while briskly sweeping the floor.
Although Zhang Shaoqing usually didn't get along with Ning Chu, and would taunt and tease him whenever they met, he obediently followed Ning Chu's instructions, either because he agreed that the dormitory was dirty and unacceptable, or because Ning Chu's motherly intimidation made him feel like doing so.
“Damn, she's even more annoying than my mom.”
"What's wrong with her, always meddling?”
He cursed and swore, looking up at Ning Chu, who was standing outside the door with her hands over her nose and mouth, a …