As Li Bingman rushed up to the third-floor corridor, the first thing she saw was the mess on the ground.
Her things were all thrown in the hallway.
Her bolster was broken and the feathers were all scattered. Her porcelain was also shattered, and it was scattered about like a joke.
Li Bingman had never imagined that anyone would dare do this to her. She was so mad her feet turned cold and she was at a loss as to how to react. Sounds of laughter came from the room at the end of the corridor. It sounded so ear-piercing to her.