It wasn't until darkness fell that she realized.
"What, are you dissatisfied with me, so you're venting by destroying things?" a low, mocking voice suddenly rose.
She lifted her head to see Rong Shaoze standing at the doorway, unsure how long he had been there.
Lin Xinlan merely glanced at him once, then stood up to start cleaning up the mess.
He knew very well who had done this, but he deliberately said it was her, so what was there for her to explain?
All these things were now unusable.
She didn't have many clothes to begin with, and now they were all cut to pieces—it looked like she would have to go out and buy new ones tomorrow.
"Stop cleaning up! Stay in my room tonight. If you sleep in my room, they won't dare to do anything. If you sleep in any other room, they will continue to come and destroy every day."
Rong Shaoze spoke indifferently, but the corner of his mouth was always turned up with a slight arc.
It seemed smug yet confident.
