About five minutes later, An Xiaxia finally calmed down, took out her grandpa mobile phone, and called Su Xiaomo for help.
Su Xiaomo promptly arrived to find the door blocked by a mop — no wonder An Xiaxia couldn't open it.
She pulled the door open and saw An Xiaxia huddled in a corner, looking miserable.
"Xiaxia…" Su Xiaomo was fuming. "Who did this to you?! F**k! They better not let me find out, or I'll stick their head in the toilet!"
An Xiaxia smiled weakly at her. "Momo, can you write a request for leave for me? I – I need to go home…"
She was on the verge of crying at the end of her words.
Nobody could remain calm after what had happened.
Su Xiaomo sighed. "Of course. Go back now, I'll write it for you."
With her clothes this wet, she would be laughed at if she went back to the classroom.
An Xiaxia nodded and walked out on shaky legs.
