Zhuang Liu wanted to go straight into the women's washroom, but he couldn't go in yet. What if there was someone else in the women's washroom? Others would think that he was a pervert.
"Xiao Rou, do you have a stomachache? Why aren't you talking?" Zhuang Liu asked again.
Tan Rou had no strength left. She tidied up her clothes and struggled to get up to open the bathroom door. As she was a little dizzy, the door made a lot of noise when she opened it.
Zhuang Liu was very nervous. He shouted from outside, "Is there anyone in the women's bathroom?"
Other than Tan Rou's voice, no other voice answered him.
Zhuang Liu quickly walked into the women's washroom and found Tan Rou's location based on the sound. He knocked on the door and said, "Rourou, what's wrong?"
Tan Rou didn't answer him. She just knocked on the door.
Zhuang Liu was very anxious. "Stand back. I'll kick the door open."
