After saying that, he picked up the bucket and went to the yard to scrub. Lan Tian watched his retreating figure thoughtfully. Mo Junhua's expression remained calm, but Lan Tian heard anger in his voice—was it because she might get hurt?
The direction in which things in the world were developing was becoming increasingly weird. Lan Tian couldn't figure it out, and was too lazy to think about it. Anyway, she was the one who benefited.
Always receiving Mo Junhua's kindness made Lan Tian feel uneasy, which was not conducive to her spiritual cultivation. She contemplated whether she should be a bit nicer to him. By "a bit nicer," she meant just the tiniest tad. After pondering, Lan Tian decided to let it be for now and reconsider it later.
