At that thought, Lao Si's emotions surged like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he threw himself onto the lingerie that Liu Zheng had taken off. His mouth was just a few millimeters away from the bulging pile of poop, no, the heap of crap.
"Alright, go about your business. And you, hand me the tools, I'm going to clean this up myself. Everyone turn around, no peeking. Anyone who peeks will stand watch in the boiler room alone for a whole night."
Lao Si said solemnly.
"Uh..."
The bathhouse staff exchanged glances, but eventually, under Lao Si's commanding presence, they managed to suppress their smiles and returned to their posts.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
As soon as she entered the office, Yuan Baoer broke into a tremendous cough, hacking up a pile of dehydrated fragments of her innards.
"What's going on?"
Liu Zheng frowned.