"Don't just stand there foolishly." The middle-aged woman looked panicked, pointing to a corner of the balcony: "I saw the cockroach run over there, go kill it."
As she spoke, she hid behind Tang Li, pulling on Tang Li's sleeve: "If it gets into the bedroom, I won't be able to sleep tonight!"
Seeing how terrified the middle-aged woman was, Tang Li could only walk towards the spot she had pointed to.
In the corner, there was a pot of Clivia.
The middle-aged woman stood still, craning her neck to look this way.
Tang Li squatted down, looking behind the potted plant, and indeed there was a cockroach that seemed ready to scurry away at any louder sound.
"Are you capable or not?" A skeptical voice came from behind.
Tang Li turned her head and handed the book back: "Why don't you do it yourself?"
