Panicked and disordered, as if she wanted to fold all four limbs into her body... She curled up in the corner, staring fixedly through her damp, disheveled hair at the woman before the door—her assigned client, Miss Nan.
...It was also this woman who had rescued her when the Mechanical Guard suddenly appeared at the waste-disposal outlet.
"Calm down?" Miss Nan TWO said as she looked her over.
Miss Xiangxiang was like a cub abandoned in a wolf's den, frightened and wary, not making a sound.
A Nan shrugged, walked into the bathroom, took down the showerhead, turned on the cold water, and sprayed it directly over Miss Xiangxiang.
The icy, forceful stream struck Miss Xiangxiang's eyes in an instant, and she instinctively raised her arms to shield herself.
"What are you doing—!" she finally roared.
"I thought you only knew how to fake a smile." Xie Nan chuckled, shut off the water, and tossed her a dry towel. "Wipe yourself off. Come out when you've calmed down... After all, you don't want to talk in a place like this, do you? It smells~"
A Nan ignored her and walked out into the suite's small living room, stretching those long legs that were about the only thing worth looking at. The hidden surveillance camera in the corner slowly turned. What it was broadcasting in real time was actually footage from two hours earlier.
After quite some time, Miss Xiangxiang cautiously came out.
There was nothing for her to defend herself with, so she awkwardly picked up the towel and began wiping herself. When she entered the small living room, she found Miss Nan rummaging through her backpack.
Xiangxiang froze, then hurried over and snatched the backpack from A Nan's hands.
"You're very nervous about what's inside?" Xie Nan asked curiously.