Pei Heyan didn't respond, but instead, tore off the last layer of her modesty.
The sensation was both raw and painful, nearly causing Wen Tang to cry out.
At that critical moment, she clenched her fists tightly, biting down on her lower lip, daring not to make a single sound.
"Xiao Jie, who locked the storage room door?" the janitor called out from outside.
Another janitor replied, "Not sure, maybe Sister Zhang?"
"Nevermind, let's go downstairs to get the keys. If the manager comes for inspection and finds it's not cleaned up, we'll definitely get our wages docked."
The middle-aged woman stepped back two paces, mumbling to herself, "Strange, Sister Zhang didn't mention locking the storage room when she left..."
Could she have been mistaken?
The janitor turned and walked downstairs.
In a state of drunken sorrow, Wen Tang whispered in pain, "Don't, Pei Heyan, please, there's someone outside..."
