At this moment, a vein popped on Caleb Holt's forehead. South Grant couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, thinking, does he intend to get physical with me?
As South Grant contemplated, Caleb Holt turned around, took a large bag from the shoe cabinet by the entrance, and then proceeded to fill it with all the trash in the room.
He worked quickly, tidying up and cleaning, and in 20 minutes, he transformed the room completely.
It was totally different from the junkyard-like state it was in when they first entered.
South Grant watched as Caleb Holt cleaned up the now pristine room, surveying it all around.
"Not bad, not bad."
South Grant said with a smile on his lips, while Caleb Holt's expression was not pleasant.
However, Caleb Holt didn't realize that the "not bad" from South Grant wasn't referring to the room being cleaned up nicely, but rather it was a compliment to him as a person.
South Grant was convinced that Caleb Holt had been wronged.
