The cleaner was so frightened that she fell to the ground, and even after the two people had walked away and were out of sight, she still hadn't reacted. Looking again at the dirty mop head, separated from its mop handle, and the puddle of dirty water on the floor, she couldn't imagine what would have happened if these things had really hit that girl.
Would that man have killed her?
The mere thought of it was terrifying.
She shakily got up from the floor, intending to pick up the things on the ground. Before she could stand, she saw a pair of shoes appear before her.
Could it be that the man returned?
The cleaner was startled and quickly looked up, relieved it wasn't that man.
However, this man also didn't seem easy to deal with.
"You..."
"Come with me." Yang Zhao's face bore no expression as he uttered three plain words.
"Wh-where to?" the cleaner stammered.
"Where you're supposed to go," Yang Zhao said coldly.
Where I'm supposed to go?
