The fan-wielding man had a somewhat grim expression, but his hands moved swiftly. A gentle breeze blew over the areas he swept, directly breaking the weeds, which fell into the dustpan.
In contrast, the tower-like man worked a bit more crudely, relying solely on his strength, swinging the broom with full force, but despite ten strokes, it wasn't as clean as the fan-wielding man's single sweep.
Though his work wasn't up to par, his attitude was good. As he cleaned, he shouted to Huo Dou.
"Bro, I'm the best at cleaning. I'm like born with a sanctified cleaning body. Do you know what a sanctified body means?"
Huo Dou ignored the man, lazily lying on the ground, having reverted to its little black dog form.
As Su Tu opened the door, its ears perked up immediately, and it ran over, rubbing against Su Tu's pant leg.
The two who were cleaning stopped their movements and paused when they saw Su Tu. The tower-like man grinned foolishly at Su Tu.
