Not long after he finished speaking, a loud bang suddenly came from the stairwell.
It looked like something had fallen to the ground.
The sound was so loud that it felt like the entire senior high school floor could hear it.
Xia Lan was startled by her conditioned reflex.
Wen Yu and Lu Ci's expressions changed upon hearing this.
It seems like he's thought of something.
Wen Yu frowned and looked at Xia Lan: "Why did you have Jiang Nian locked up?"
Xia Lan was starting to panic: "We should use a wooden stick to brace against the toilet stalls..."
No way.
The toilet stall doors at Canxing were all made of thick wooden planks, and further secured with wooden sticks. No matter how skilled Jiang Nian was, there was no way she could have opened that door in such a short time, right?
Thinking this to herself, Xia Lan began to tremble as she recalled the fear of being dominated by Jiang Nian that night.
Jiang Nian simply kicked the door open.
It did take some effort.
But she was someone who, for years, would run ten kilometers every morning with five-kilogram sandbags strapped to her feet. For her, kicking open a door was no difficult task.
Looking up, I saw that the ground outside the toilet was covered with water droplets, leading in a certain direction.
Jiang Nian remained expressionless.
Even though he was soaked to the bone, he calmly went over and took out the cleaning tools from the bucket in the corner.
Carrying the empty bucket, I walked to the sink and started filling it with water.
Passersby who saw this scene dared not approach it.
In the stairwell, Xia Lan was truly panicked.
"...Lu Ci, let me go! Let me leave!"
Could Jiang Nian have really come out of the toilet?
She planned to soak her, lock her in the bathroom for a day, and then go straight home. That way, even if Jiang Nian guessed that she was the one who had it done, she couldn't do anything to her.
The next second.
The door to the stairwell was suddenly opened.
Jiang Nian appeared outside.
Her wet, dripping black hair made her skin appear even paler and her features more delicate. She carried a bucket of water in one hand, her gaze slowly sweeping over the three people in the stairwell.
Finally, the question landed on Xia Lan. A cold smile curled her lips, her tone calm yet sending a chill down one's spine: "...Leave? Where do you think you're going?"
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