In the villa's living room, a young man dressed in half-clothing and wearing ripped upper body, was holding a rag and struggling with a large patch of dirt on the floor.,Nangong Jin's eyes lit up slightly, and she couldn't help but steal another glance at the white man's back.,A deep, ominous voice came from outside the door. The sound appeared so abruptly, as if it had materialized out of thin air.。