Xiao Mohan was no coward. On the contrary, he held grudges and would seek vengeance for even the most minor offense. He entered the restroom and went to a cubicle next to the sink to wait.
Not long after, Song Dazhuang came in. As Xiao Mohan had expected, he felt hot, so he took a shower with his head lowered. That was a visual angle. Song Dazhuang's back was facing Xiao Mohan's direction. He was pushed into a cubicle by a force of gravity halfway.
Before Song Dazhuang could react, the cubicle door was closed from the outside. There was a lot of water on the ground, and Xiao Mohan almost slipped. He had to support himself against the wall to stand up.
"F*ck! Which b*stard dared to trick me?" Song Dazhuang subconsciously pushed the door open and found that it was blocked. He kicked the door in exasperation. "Open the door, f*cker! If you don't want to die, open the door now! You hear me?"
