Spencer saw a beautiful young lady pulling weeds in a vegetable patch, incredibly focused on her task at hand.

The sun had climbed to its peak by then, its unforgiving heat causing a sheen of sweat to appear on Ashlyn’s forehead.

Suddenly, Ashlyn’s hand shot out before her.

Spencer noticed she had a fat, green caterpillar pinched between her fingers.

Then, she promptly threw the caterpillar on the ground and stepped on it.

The bug just died.

Ashlyn continued weeding afterward, and Spencer could not help but take a video of her with his phone.

Half an hour passed before Ashlyn finally stood up.

She called out to Ian, who was inside the house. “I’m leaving, Old Mr. Leno! See you tomorrow.”

After dusting the dirt off her hands, she washed her hands using a faucet in the yard before heading for the gate.

outside. He hesitated before saying,

body.” While trying to dry her hands, Ashlyn

forehead had almost trickled to

hurriedly opened the door and

ached at how

did Old

said, “He agreed. Bring Mr. Nolan here tomorrow

asked Spencer confusedly. Isn’t

else to do tomorrow.” Ashlyn dried the sweat on her

car and drove off. The Leno residence fell into silence

house with

he saw the plastic green trash bin in his yard piled

wet as though it

was the perfect amount of moisture for his vegetables without turning the surrounding ground

wet soil on his shoes while plucking vegetables from outside

had done a great job tidying the patch, and she had even placed some rods in the ground to support the green bean vines, allowing them to snake upward as

could not help but

woman. What can she not achieve with such

What kind of friend must he or she be for that young woman to put in so much effort to convince

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