"Huh?!"
Xiao An cried out, and Mo Wang had already grabbed her by the back of her collar and thrown her straight out of the room.
Bang!
The door shut in her face.
Xiao An sat sprawled on the floor, still in disbelief—had that man really just thrown her out like that?
She slapped the room door and shouted inside, "Hey! Mo Wang, you're really just throwing me out like this? You bastard!"
But the next moment, the door suddenly opened again, revealing Mo Wang's irritated face.
"You're so damn noisy!"
He tossed Xiao An a broom.
"If you really want to thank me, remember to clean the video store tomorrow."
With that, he slammed the door shut.
"..."
Xiao An sat on the floor, holding the broom, staring at the tightly closed door with a completely dumbfounded look.
The night wind blew past, making her thin pajamas flutter slightly.
A few seconds later, she finally came back to herself and shouted at the door:
"You're making a beautiful girl like me... clean?!"
Mo Wang's muffled voice came from inside the room:
"What else? You think you get to eat and live here for free? Hurry back to sleep. Get up early tomorrow and work!"
Xiao An hugged the broom and sat dazed in the corridor for quite a while.
In the end, she looked at the broom in her hands and suddenly burst out laughing.
"What a... strange person."
She stood up, patted the dust from her clothes, then glanced once more at the tightly shut door, the corners of her mouth curving into a faint, genuine smile.
"But... 'Xiao An,' huh?"
She softly repeated the name, her eyes growing a little gentler.
"Doesn't sound... half bad."
Under the corridor lights, the white-haired girl hugged the broom and slowly