Early the next morning, Wang Yan returned to the office and saw Zhao Xinyao still clutching the mop, half-lying on the floor, muttering incessantly.
At this moment, Zhao Xinyao's clothes were disheveled, barely covering much of her body.
The mop was pressed beneath her, soaking wet, while Zhao Xinyao's face was pale, her confused eyes deeply sunken, clearly having not slept all night and having indulged excessively.
Wang Yan walked in front of Zhao Xinyao, with a look of disgust in his eyes. Frowning, he lifted the mop with two fingers and tossed it aside.
Once the mop was taken away, Zhao Xinyao flailed her hands in the air wildly, muttering, "Brother Wang Yan, don't go, don't go."
Wang Yan said to Zhao Xinyao sternly, "Wake up."
With these words, Zhao Xinyao shuddered, the confusion in her eyes vanishing instantly, her gaze slowly focusing as she saw what lay before her.
