"Sorry, boss," that voice came from behind once again—it really was Wu Tao!
He felt the talisman paper in his hand and pocket being searched and removed, followed by a tingling sensation like an electric shock, and this time he could finally move.
It seemed the other party didn't have any ill intentions. As he pondered this, he scanned his surroundings and finally saw the scene in the restroom: there were four people in the restroom, or strictly speaking, three and a half. Yaoyao was playing with a butterfly knife, looking at him with a guarded expression.
Zhang Yaoyang sat opposite him, perched grandly on the wash basin, with Wu Tao standing beside him, his face a blend of embarrassment and pride, holding his talisman paper. Lastly, there was Bai Yunfei, whose body still maintained that semi-transparent quality, floating mid-air and watching the drama unfold.
