Following Murong Yan to her room, I entered the bathroom where the water was constantly flowing from the faucet.
The floor was wet and slippery, and Yang Fan carefully stepped on it, walking towards the faucet, trying to twist it, and it worked fine. "It's not broken." Yang Fan was completely puzzled.
Murong Yan watched Yang Fan standing there firmly, as if in deep thought, and said: "Ah? Then it's not broken."
Shortly after Yang Fan left, Murong Yan slipped and fell.
Yang Fan walked in with a smile and blurted out two words in front of Murong Yan: "Deserved!"
Hearing this, Murong Yan pointed at Yang Fan: "Wow, you bastard, you knew all along there was soap liquid and various essential oils on the floor... you bastard you..." Murong Yan cursed.
"I'm the one you were trying to prank, weren't you? It's just soap liquid. No matter how slippery it gets, I can still stand firmly."