795, reap what one has sown

Zhuo Luoluo's expression turned to panic in the next moment, as Luo Shu dodged swiftly as if she had eyes on her back, while Zhuo Luoluo herself, due to inertia, charged forward and crashed directly into a pile of trash ahead. Within that pile of trash lay not only nails but also a heap of shattered glass.

Originally, it was a counter that had accidentally been broken two days ago when it was being moved in. The shopping mall had intended to dispose of it, but because of the busy New Year period and an influx of people, the debris was temporarily piled in a corner near the staff workroom, which was usually empty.

Zhuo Luoluo tried to stop, but it felt as if someone was pushing her from behind, sending her directly into the pile of rubbish.

"Bang!" A crash accompanied by a scream echoed.