Ethan Ross looked disdainfully at the junk occupying the room, stepping back repeatedly, "How can anyone live here?"
He almost vomited again.
He finally understood why Nicole Gill's hands were so black.
"You wait outside, I'll go in and clean up."
Nicole Gill took off her coat and handed it to Ethan Ross, then rolled up her sleeves and went inside.
After all, she came from a poor background; although she had lived as a wealthy lady for twenty years, she was still adept at doing chores when needed, and soon cleared out all the junk from the room.
The pile of junk rose like a small mountain—cardboard, plastic bottles, scrap metal, old TVs, broken refrigerators; everything that could be sold for money was picked up by Nicole Gill to be stored at home.
Despite it being the coldest days of winter, she was still sweating profusely.
Ethan Ross stood far away, afraid of getting his clothes dirty.
Nicole Gill sorted the junk and then made a call for someone to come and collect it.
