Song Ziqi glared at the instigator, filled with anger, "Jiang Yiqing, what are you doing?"
"Jiang Yiqing, do you know how much my shoes cost?"
"Do you have any idea how much my dress costs? Can you afford to compensate if you dirty it?"
"Are you blind? How can you clean like that?" the other girls also accused her one after another.
Jiang Yiqing, holding a broom, swept the dirty water vigorously, even intentionally sweeping it towards them.
"Ah, didn't you see I was cleaning? Ladies, please step aside quickly, otherwise, if I dirty your clothes and shoes, I, a mere cleaner, can't afford to compensate."
"Jiang Yiqing, you, don't go too far..." Song Ziqi and the others really did hurry to get out of the way, fearful of getting splashed with the dirty water.
The more afraid they were, the more deliberately Jiang Yiqing acted, and her sweeping movements grew even larger.
The dirty water was like a goddess scattering flowers, flying everywhere!