A young man with beads of sweat on his forehead, handsome with a chiseled face, his cheekbones sharp and angled, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, giving off an air of unrestrained freedom.,A small shovel flew up and down in his hand, dazzling the eyes. He looked very professional as he shoveled. The cat's droppings on the floor were accurately thrown into the drain at the entrance.,Just as she reached the landing of the spiral staircase, Nangong Jin's face turned dark. She almost tumbled headfirst down.。