She kicked open the sofa with her foot, but there was no one behind it.
Frowning, Qian Xueying's gaze fell on the cabinet, and she reached out to pull the door open.
Nothing!
She scanned the area, her eyes landing on the closed door.
"Oh... so you're here!"
With a cold smile, she walked over, grasped the doorknob, and twisted it, but it didn't open.
"Open the door!"
Enraged, she kicked the door, which made a dull thud but did not open as she wished. Qian Xueying furiously lifted her foot and kicked it again.
The wooden door creaked miserably, and the lock made a pounding noise.
Behind the door.
Gan Tang crouched in a corner of the bathroom, her small face pale.
Seeing the door being kicked again, making it wail, the little fellow instinctively took a step back, bumped into the shower pipe behind her, and had an idea. She reached out to grab the showerhead, turning the switch to the hot water direction.
"Damn it!"
