Wen Lu looked at the thermos twisted into a pretzel by Ruan Qi, her face turning pale. She staggered backward several steps and plopped down onto the ground.
The young girl, with a smile brimming in her eyes, casually tossed the twisted thermos at her feet.
Bang!
Wen Lu was again frightened into a jolt.
At that moment, the piercing ringtone of the cellphone on the coffee table sounded.
"!" Wen Lu almost screamed.
Ruan Qi looked at her with a smile.
"Miss Wen, I hope when I finish my call and come back out, I won't see you here anymore," she said.
After speaking, the young girl picked up the cellphone from the coffee table and turned to leave.
The living room became quiet once again.
Wen Lu seemed to be frozen in shock, sitting dazedly on the floor.
The corpse of the thermos lay at her feet, silently mocking her disheveled state.
It took Wen Lu several seconds to force down the panic in her heart.
