"Haze! Don't slack off at the door, come here and help move!",The ceiling fan whirred feebly, emitting a grating groan as it struggled to turn. Pushing open the door, Heather's gaze fell upon the figure behind the counter.,"The language has switched from Chinese to the common tongue of this world. Haizer, while walking towards the back storage room, grumbled: "I've even come up with slogans for you – 99 years of Si Lu sparkling water, ten years of precipitation, a noble experience, an intoxicating aroma, letting you experience all sorts of hospitals."。