There is another reason why Barr is dissatisfied with Chu Zhao.

Chu Zhao did not run away successfully, because just as he stepped out of the Ginjutsu with one foot, Xiang Wenxun, who saw the resignation letter, called.

So someone had to carefully touch the building full of magic and weirdness.

Compared to his mental torture, Wang Xiaoming suffered physical torture.

Although he kept cleaning except for ten minutes of eating, he only cleaned to the seventh floor at twelve o'clock.

Looking at Wang Xiaoming who was about to be unable to straighten his waist, Barr finally got angry, "Don't you know what it means to stop at the right time?"

Wang Xiaoming leaned on the mop with both hands and said breathlessly: "I just want to have a beginning and an end."

Barr frowned slowly.

Chu Zhao, who was discussing the prospect of the gangster with Xiang Wenxun, blinked his eyes and found himself in the corridor. Wang Xiaoming, who looked innocent, looked in front of him, "What do you... want to do?" He swallowed nervously. If he had known, he would not have been bewitched by Xiang Wenxun's interests and prospects and agreed to stay. After all, no matter how important the interests and prospects are, they must have life.

Wang Xiaoming smiled dryly and said, "If I said it wasn't what I did, do you believe it?"

"..." Chu Zhao looked disbelief.

"It was not what I did." Wang Xiaoming thought about it and explained in a more understandable way. "Actually, it is because there is one around me that only I can see but others cannot see..."

"Okay! I understand!" Chu Zhao is more afraid of ghosts than monsters. There is no way. Recently, horror films have been popular with ghosts as negative characters, and monsters have all gone to perform art films.

"Then... what wishes are your friend unfulfilled?" Chu Zhao smiled stiffly.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Barr.

Barr pointed to the mop.

Wang Xiaoming said embarrassedly: "It's nothing, it's just that I can't finish my work today..."

"Don't tell me, you're still cleaning?" Chu Zhao looked at the environment, "Seventh Floor? Did you clean it to the seventh Floor alone?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded.

Chu Zhao opened his mouth speechlessly, and after a long time he sighed, "If you discovered talents like you earlier, how much salary would the Ginju save?"

Wang Xiaoming sighed, "But I can't finish cleaning."

"...You want me to feel guilty?" He made him look like Chu peeling. "I'm just talking, I didn't really ask you to clean the entire floor. In fact, each floor has its own hands cleaned. You... uh, it's enough for you to clean a corridor every day."

"Will this not be too little?"

"No. We pursue excellence."

"Which corridor?"

Chu Zhao thought for a while, "It's the corridor in front of our dormitory. It's more convenient to go home."

“…”

Chu Zhao wanted to say something, but after his eyes were opened, he found that he had returned to Xiang Wenxun's office.

Xiang Wenxun glanced up at him and said calmly: "What's left behind?"
Chapter completed!