Song Zhiwei raised her head. Her short black hair stuck to her cheeks with sweat. She felt particularly uncomfortable. She raised her hand to wipe it and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, something was delayed today and I kept you waiting for a long time."

The janitor muttered unhappily for a while before letting her in. Song Zhiwei kept saying nice things with a smile on her face. Finally, she stuffed her with two dollars and gave her two bundles of mugwort and bamboo leaves ...