The manager of the housekeeping department, Zhou Xiangdong, is a middle-aged man with a slightly plump face and a bald head. Meng Xi always secretly calls him "Zhou Dapang".

  Yang Fuxiao walked in as the door opened, Zhou Xiangdong sat on the boss chair, clicked the mouse twice, and looked at Yang Fuxiao with a pair of small eyes behind his glasses. He pushed the desk with both hands, and the boss chair turned back, but it turned too much, and his shoulder hit the corner of the table, hurting so much that he gritted his teeth and cursed.

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  "You," Zhou Xiangdong pointed at Yang Fuxiao, "say, whats going on? Dont you know whos on duty today? Do I need to get a copy of the duty roster for you to take a look? Just because youre university students, but since youve been assigned to Ahuan and are under my Guest Room Department, youre my subordinate and have to follow my lead!"

  Zhou Xiangdong stubbornly insisted on using his hometown accent, occasionally throwing in a couple of English words, making Yang Fuxiao want to laugh. With great effort, he kept a straight face and said in an extremely sorrowful tone: "I understand."

  "Get out! Work hard!"

  "Yes."

  As soon as Yang Xiao came out of the managers office, she felt that her physical strength had been drained. The past two days back at the Yang house were like a battle, and she was finally exhausted to the point where as soon as she pushed open the door to the duty room, she directly collapsed onto the bed.

  Meng Xi was startled and quickly jumped over to check Yang Wus breath: "Damn, is it true? This time Zhou Dabaos attack was so powerful?"

  "Im so bored, Ive been stuck at home for two days and Im about to die."

  Yang Mu Xiao pushed Meng Xi to one side, staring at the ceiling with a vacant gaze.

  Meng Xi knew about the situation at Yang Wu Xiaos home and sincerely admired such a weird pair of parents, "You can rest assured, after all, they are not your biological parents, dont think too much."

  "Its not because of this," Yang Xiao got up from bed and turned over, "I saw a person who looks exactly like Xu Mochen."

  Meng Xis eyes widened in shock: "Xu Muhuang? The Xu Muhuang who died?"

  "Do you know Gu Qingcheng?"

  "I know."

  Yang Fu Xiao exclaimed in surprise: "You know?!"

  "In City C, which young woman doesnt know our Ah Cheng? I reckon its just you who doesnt know," In Meng Xis eyes, Yang Fu Xiao was a bookworm who didnt care about anything outside his window. She rolled her eyes, "This international hotel, Ya Huan, is under his control. Hes rich and handsome, dont you know how many girls dont chase stars, but instead chase him?"

  "Hehe."

  "Meng Xi asked: Why did you drag Gu Qingcheng together with your ex-boyfriend?"

  Yang pulled out his wallet and took out a two-inch photo from it, "Look."

  Meng Xi was stunned by this photo, "Damn it, you actually secretly like Gu Qingcheng! And his ID photo!"

  Yang brushed off Meng Xis hand: "This is not Gu Qingcheng, this is Xu Muhuang. It was left to me by Muhuang three years ago, before he enlisted."

  Meng Xis eyes widened, staring straight at the photo, then looked at Yang Miao Xiao again, "Oh my god, Xu Mu Hang looks like this? If I had known, I would have fought with you for him three years ago."

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  "Alright, lets get to the point," Meng Xi said seriously, furrowing her brow. "Although your ex-boyfriend looks just like Gu Qing Cheng, I still prefer my own Qing Cheng."

  "Then you dont have any chance," Yang Fu Xiao carefully put the photo away in his wallet, "He is going to be my brother-in-law."

  Meng Xi didnt say a word for half the day, and the amount of information she got from Yang Fu Xiaos mouth tonight was too much for her to digest.

  The phone in the duty room rang, and Yang Fuxiao looked at Meng Xi who was still half asleep, so he went to answer it himself.

  "Hello, housekeeping department, what can I help you with?"

  "The siphon toilet is broken, can you guys find someone to come and take a look?"

  "Your room number is..."

  "You wait a moment, someone will be right over."

  She hung up the phone and immediately called the logistics personnel on her floor to inform them that maintenance personnel were coming over.

  Working in the hotels housekeeping department is like this, trivial and chaotic, but she has always been able to cope with it in an orderly manner, and can still learn a lot from actual combat.

  Meng Xi has come to her senses, so she continues the topic that was just interrupted by the phone: "Dawn, my hopes were shattered... damn it, my familys A Cheng actually really has a master of flowers," she choked back two sobs, "but I thought of you facing your brother-in-law who looks exactly like your ex-boyfriend, and I felt balanced."

  Yang Fu Xiao looked at Meng Xi with a gloomy expression, and the latter immediately broke into a smile: "Honestly, Fu Xiao, do you really believe that there are two people in this world who look exactly alike? Unless theyre twin brothers..."

  Yang suddenly jumped up from his chair and slapped his forehead.

  How could she have not thought of it?!

  She only thought of plastic surgery as a possibility, why didnt she think of twins!

  Because of some excitement, Yang Fuxiaos hands were shaking slightly when she took out her mobile phone from her bag.