Its entire face was buried in the woman's chest, resembling that of a child who had encountered injustice or fear, clinging to their mother for comfort and refusing to lift their head.
It was the typical evasive psychology.
But this evasive psychology, damn it, could actually be immune to Yueshu's manipulation?
How could this sound so unreliable?
"Emi... Emily?" The office lady caressed the doll's head, tentatively calling out.
The doll did not respond, only clutched the fabric of her clothing even tighter with its cloth hands that lacked fingers, almost tearing her clothes.
The office lady did not yet feel threatened and did not dare to directly provoke the doll, so she turned her gaze to the director.
But then, she saw that the director's gaze was not on her at all.
It was behind her!
The office lady abruptly turned to look!
She saw that, about a dozen meters behind her, a line of children stood!
