Han Ruochen sighed and told herself that this was the last time she was giving in to Han Ziyan.
She threw herself into cleaning the hall, while Han Beijiang, who had heard the quarrel, also came out to help. The two siblings were used to doing such things since they were young, and thus, they were able to clean more than three rooms on their own, unlike Han Ziyan. While she was still cleaning the dishes, Han Ruochen and the rest had cleaned almost the entire house.
"Forget it, there is no need to wash the dishes anymore." Meng Yunhan was both speechless and exasperated. She looked at her daughter, who had cleaned the dishes, and sighed heavily. The dishes still had oil stains; it seemed like she had to wash the dishes again. "Ziyan, come and cut the vegetables. I will do the dishes."
