"Come down," Su Mo frowned, speaking loudly.
Her anxious expression made Zhao Xiweng puzzled. She glanced at the large water tank, standing five meters tall, shook her head in refusal, "It's my turn to work today, if you have nothing important, then just go."
"I don't want to say it a second time," Su Mo said with a frown, a Tang Blade appearing in her hand.
Zhao Xiweng felt overwhelmed by her aura, moved her mouth, and eventually, with a long face, climbed down from the ladder leading to the top of the water tank.
Seeing her come down, Su Mo hastily climbed up the ladder.
Unable to help herself, Zhao Xiweng asked, "What are you looking for?"
Su Mo ignored her, simply standing at the edge of the tank, peering inside.
Zhao Xiweng couldn't maintain her pretense of politeness any longer at Su Mo's indifferent attitude. She quietly followed Su Mo and stealthily climbed up the ladder behind her.