Zi Ling thought, "Who cares about your shoes! My ointment!"
She ran so fast that she almost knocked Ye Han down.
The white ointment had turned black after Ye Han stepped on it.
Zi Ling glared at her.
Ye Han was confused. "What's the matter with you? What's with all this junk?"
Zi Ling looked at the ointment on the floor and hated Ye Han.
But most importantly…
Zi Ling knelt on the floor and scooped all the ointment into an empty bottle. She almost wanted to rub her face on the floor.
Ye Han stared at her and asked incredulously, "Are you nuts?!"
Zi Ling ignored her.
When Ye Han saw the pile of things outside her door, she was furious.
"What on earth is going on here?!"
Zi Ling was too focused on the medicine to answer her question.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Ye Han tried to open the door to her original storage room, but it wouldn't open.
Frustrated, she banged on the door.
