Liu Yuan turned over and stood up, helping He Qingmeng up without interrupting Hong Luan's question.
He glanced at Hong Luan's expression which was filled with anticipation and apprehension. Her small hand gently pinched the corner of her clothes, but on the surface, the little puppet was still very calm. Her expression was indifferent, and she maintained it well.
She did not look like the little robot that failed in basic housework. She would fall to the ground even as she was sweeping the floor in the tomb.
... It's true.
When they first met, the little puppet was wearing an apron that looked like a maid's uniform. She had a broom and a lamp in her hand, just like a little maid in a tomb, diligent and conscientious.