When the night was deep and silent, and Xiao Zhi had already fallen fast asleep, San Er finally filled a bucket of water, grabbed a brush and some detergent, and quietly headed to the back door.
The red words scrawled in front of her house... She could only choose to scrub them off herself at this time. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to do business tomorrow.
This kind of thing, done by a woman... She had to do everything herself.
But as she headed to the back, planning to open the door, she realized it was ajar. This shocked San Er, and she even heard some strange sounds!
San Er's heart jolted, and she grabbed a pole that was placed by the side, cautiously peeking through the gap of the door.
But what she saw was Mr. Markem, who had set an oil lamp on the ground and was holding a brush in his hand—he was scrubbing the red words off the wall.
Creak—the wooden door's hinge sounded as it moved.
"You..." San Er stepped out.
