Just as she reached the third floor, Zhao Fang's attention was drawn by the clamor coming from a large room nearby.
She turned around, opened the door with a gap in it, and a gust of wind forced her to close her eyes.
At the same time, the wind blew the items inside the room everywhere.
One of them even blew onto Zhao Fang's face.
The anger in her heart immediately rose to the peak, determined to show these children a lesson today.
"What are you doing!"
With her authoritative voice, the room quickly fell silent.
Only the fierce wind continued to swirl around various pieces of paper.
Seeing the chaotic state inside the room, Zhao Fang didn't continue being angry, but rather focused her attention on what the children were doing.
They held the latest children's safety scissors in their hands, which could only cut paper and wouldn't harm anything else, not even skin.
Of course, this wasn't what Zhao Fang was concerned about.
