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This old manor certainly has many small problems.

But He Mian checked the living room and didn't find any moisture problems.

Bai Yao pointed at the ceiling and said, "Last time I saw water droplets on the floor, they must have fallen from this direction."

Normally, she had no interest in supervising, but now, after changing into a red dress and holding a box of yogurt to fill her stomach, she watched him work with great interest.

He Mian could only ask: "Can I go up there and take a look?"

Bai Yao nodded, "Sure."

She walked ahead, up the stairs, and led the way for him.

He Mian followed behind her, always keeping his eyes slightly lowered, never looking up at her for even a second.

Bai Yao looked back at him.

The boy is so serious that people want to destroy his rigid restraint into pieces.

She stopped in front of a door with a smile on her face. "From the location downstairs, it should be the floor of my house that has a problem."

Bai Yao opened the door.

The girl’s room is very well tidied, with large areas of pink as the first thing you see. The pink dolls piled on the princess’ bed look very soft and must be very comfortable to hug.

The pajamas she had changed out of earlier were still casually placed on the bed. The sunlight from the window poured in, and the textured silk seemed to be shiny white.

Bai Yao turned around and looked at him, "Aren't you going to come in?"

He Mian withdrew his gaze restrainedly and stepped into the room.

Bai Yao stood in the room, stroking his chin and thinking, "Where in my room is the place where the water drops fell?"

He pointed in a direction, "It should be there."

There is a wardrobe, a large wardrobe that takes up almost the entire wall and can hold a lot of things.

Bai Yao asked him, "Do you want to open the closet and take a look?"

He said: "If it's inconvenient for Miss Bai..."

"It's convenient." Bai Yao walked over and directly opened the door of the closet. Inside, there were clothes hanging or neatly stacked, the colorful clothes caught people's attention.

She likes bright and beautiful colors, and there is not even a single black piece of clothing in her rainbow-like wardrobe.

He Mian was afraid that he had seen something he shouldn't have seen. He didn't dare to look around. He just stared at the small spot in the corner of the closet. He walked over and squatted down. "There are signs of moisture here."

Bai Yao came over, bent down beside him, and asked: "Where?"

He Mian stretched out his hand, and only dared to use his fingers to lightly brush away the hanging skirt. The comfortable fabric rubbed against the skin of his fingertips, and he felt like he was touching another existence.

The boy lowered his head and said, "The wooden board here is damp."

Bai Yao leaned forward a little, and his falling hair slid across his strong and powerful forearms. The moment the black and wheat color touched, the latter involuntarily tensed up, revealing the lines that concealed strength.

Bai Yao saw the wet spot in the corner, and there was faint mildew. She frowned in surprise, "I remember that the closet was cleaned carefully before the clothes were put in, and there was no problem of moisture here. Why is there a problem now?"

He Mian withdrew his hand, stood up, and took two steps back. "The climate here is humid, and it has been rainy for some time. Maybe it's because of the dampness that caused the problem."

"Then can you help me solve it?" Bai Yao stood up straight, her eyes fell on his face, and she said distressedly: "If this goes on, my clothes will also be dirty."

He said: "You can first clean up the mold and then do moisture-proof isolation."

Bai Yao curved her eyebrows and raised the corners of her lips, her tone was cheerful, "Then you can help me deal with the mold here first, and the work outside can be slower. If there are always problems with the wardrobe, I will have nowhere to put my clothes."

"Of course." Bai Yao added: "I will pay you according to the market price."

He Mian nodded, "Yeah."

Bai Yao called Aunt Fang over, and together they took out the clothes in the closet and temporarily put them somewhere else to make room for He Mian to deal with the mold.

He Mian stood aside and watched the two women busying themselves. He didn't want to go over to help. It would be inappropriate for him to touch the girls' clothes even a little more. Besides, he had met employers who didn't like their personal belongings being touched before.

At lunch time, Bai Yao sat in the restaurant to eat.

Aunt Fang served Bai Yao a bowl of soup and said, "Miss Bai, how about I go upstairs to supervise the work?"

After all, that was Bai Yao's room, so He Mian was left there. It wasn't that Aunt Fang was worried that He Mian might do something dishonest, but she was afraid that Bai Yao might lose something and He Mian wouldn't be able to explain it.

Aunt Fang said she was going to supervise the work so that Bai Yao, the employer, would feel comfortable, but in fact, she was also helping He Mian.

Bai Yao smiled and said, "Okay."

Aunt Fang breathed a sigh of relief. She went upstairs and entered the room.

He Mian was still squatting in the closet. The mold here was indeed surprisingly abundant. He himself did not believe what he had just explained, but since he had accepted the job, he had to complete it seriously.

Aunt Fang said: "He Mian, you haven't eaten yet?"

He Mian replied: "I brought food with me. I will go eat when I have time."

Aunt Fang took out a piece of bread she baked this morning and said, "Eat it first to fill your stomach. You eat irregularly every time. Be careful not to get a stomach disease."

He Mian looked at the bread but didn't reach out to take it.

Aunt Fang whispered, "Miss Bai doesn't know, don't worry."

Does she really not know?

Aunt Fang knew that He Mian was a very stubborn child, so she stuffed the bread in the bag into his hands and said, "Eat it quickly. You are still growing at such a young age."

He Mian had just become an adult not long ago, and he was already much taller than his peers. Aunt Fang said that he could still grow, which really overestimated him.

Aunt Fang and her husband have no children of their own, and she feels sympathy for He Mian, who has suffered a lot in life.

He Mian took off his working gloves, sat on the wooden board, took a bite of bread in silence, and said: "Thank you."

Aunt Fang smiled and said, "It's just a small matter, why are you being so polite?"

She added: "After you finish your work here, you'd better not come to this manor. Those horrible rumors must have reasons. Mr. and Mrs. Bai are a righteous family and are not afraid of these rumors, but I think it's better to believe it than not. We are old and have no choice but to make a living. You are still young and have a long future. You will definitely be able to make it out."

He Mian uttered a low “hmm”.

Like many locals, he disliked the estate.

Aunt Fang was also muttering, "This is really weird. When I was cleaning before, I didn't see any moisture in the cabinet. How come it suddenly got damp?"

He Mian raised his eyes slightly and looked at a corner of the room. After a moment, he pretended that he saw nothing and withdrew his gaze.