Fu Wen broke out in a cold sweat, "President Mo, this..."
"Who's there?" Su Yuan looked in the direction of the voice, but she could only see the edge of the corridor from where she was sitting. She could not see the rest of the corridor.
Su Yuan asked, "Aunt Du, did you hear something? There was the sound of something cracking over there."
Fu Wen's tears were almost flowing out. "Madam, you're absolutely right, it did crack, our President Mo's face cracked!"
Aunt Du was a middle-aged woman, so her hearing was not as good as Su Yuan's. She did not hear anything after listening for a long time, so she got up and prepared to go over to check.
Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump. At this moment, a series of sounds came from the corridor, and they were very long apart.
