"Stop... knocking...!"
The voice was exhausted, sounding like it was using every ounce of strength.
However, the person who said these three words was not Hu Guangxin, but Hua Ling, whose delicate body swayed like she was drunk.
At her feet lay a pair of earplugs.
It wasn't that she didn't want to wear them, but her forearms were broken, making it impossible to put them on.
Lu Yao noticed this and immediately ran over to help her put on the earplugs. Only then did Hua Ling feel much better, mouthing a "thank you," her eyes full of gratitude.
Then, her gaze turned to the little girl beating the drum, her eyes immediately turning to hate.
Hua Ling felt she had reason to suspect the other party was intentionally targeting her.
But in fact, the little girl had no intention of doing so; it was purely a moment of careless negligence.
At this moment, the little girl stopped drumming and shouted into the room, "Old Zhao, are you done yet? It's been ten minutes!"
