When Ji Fengyan pushed open the door to the firewood room, she saw a pile of mess stacked above one another. There were broken tables and chairs, as well as half rotten wood pieces, and even a tattered quilt…
Ji Fengyan, "…"
She should not have believed that Linghe and that bunch of men would be able to clean up the room.
Ji Fengyan sighed and gave in. She took out a pile of paper that she bought with her and without the use of scissors (only her own fingers), she forcibly tore out the shape of a little paper man. Then, she opened up the bandage around her cut on her finger and squeezed the wound that had almost healed as she kept a straight face. She forcibly squeezed out a drop of drop and holding that drop on her finger. She made a red dot on the brain of that palm sized big paper man.
After that, she threw it lightly in the air.
