At that moment, Yu Jiayi's proud figure was fully visible.
Yu Jiayi had a fiery personality, and since Sun Zetian was unwilling to let her use a broom and mop, she naturally would not beg them.
Even though cleaning this way was much harder, tiring, and humiliating, Yu Jiayi didn't mind at all.
"Wow, nice figure you have there! Are you trying to tempt us into committing a crime?" Zhao Wuheng laughed lewdly, deliberately following behind Yu Jiayi and making vulgar thrusting gestures.
Since Yu Jiayi was now bending over on the ground, that pose indeed looked somewhat suggestive.
But Yu Jiayi acted as if she saw nothing, continuing to scrub her floor.
But if you looked closely, you could see her delicate body slightly trembling, and she, with her head always down, also had tears twinkling in her eyes, unknown to others.
She had never been humiliated like this in her entire life. Although her heart was filled with immense grievance, she had to hold back her tears from falling.