บท 133: [122] I've got writer's block, ah_1

An Yeran swore.

The only reason she stayed was because she couldn't stand the wet gaze of the child.

After breakfast, Lu Xiu went to tidy up the kitchen naturally, while An Yeran cleaned up the table and walked over to the outdoor garbage bin with the bag of trash.

Back when she lived in the villa, there would be several cleaners doing their rounds every morning, dumping the collected trash into their vehicle and leaving no mess behind, today was no exception. The sanitation workers were currently by the garbage bin.

An Yeran threw her bag of trash into the garbage truck, greeting the few men, "Good morning."

Strangely enough, the cleaners didn't acknowledge her.

An Yeran blinked, slightly taken aback, she walked over and greeted them again, "Hello!"

But she was still ignored.

It was as if she wasn't even there.

She was being completely ignored.