Ling Momo felt as if the whole world had fallen silent, and her heart suddenly became desolate.
First, there was the sound of shattering glass, followed by a deafening explosion, and then the smell of gunpowder spread.
Ling Momo anxiously opened her eyes, turned around, and saw Li Qingshen gasping for breath slightly, while the office glass was shattered into pieces, with a flash of red fleeting through the air.
After the loud noise, the people who had initially run away, the braver ones returned, saw the intact room inside, immediately rushed forward, captured the cleaner, and took him away.
Li Qingshen slowly closed his eyes; sweat beads on his forehead, and after a while, he turned his head, his face pale, and looked at Ling Momo.
Ling Momo just stood there, motionless, for about half a minute before she blinked, regained some spirit, her eyes moved slightly, and her legs turned soft, and she could no longer support herself and fell towards the ground.
