Soon, two burly men came over and carried away Liao Ming's body.
The unlucky person assigned to clean up the blood was Wang Ling'er.
When Wang Ling'er first arrived, she looked bewildered, as though she still had no idea what had happened.
The sight of Liao Ming's body frightened her so badly that she froze on the spot.
Only after the two burly men carried his body away did Wang Ling'er seem to remember how to breathe.
Wang Dongliang had only told her to come downstairs and clean up a mess. He hadn't explained what had happened.
She had thought she would be clearing away rubbish or something like that.
Never had she imagined that she would be washing blood off the floor.
This... this was far too terrifying.
But things had already come to this. All she could do was get to work and make everything as clean as possible.
Otherwise, if Wang Dongliang came down to inspect the place and found it wasn't clean, she would be punished.
Wang Ling'er struggled to carry the bucket over and set it aside, then used a dry mop to soak up the blood on the floor that hadn't dried yet.
Once she got close, the thick smell of blood kept forcing its way into her nostrils. Wang Ling'er held her breath and managed to mop for a while, but eventually she couldn't bear it anymore and ran aside, dry heaving.
Still, she forced herself not to throw up.
She had only just eaten lunch. If she threw it all up, Wang Dongliang wouldn't give her any extra food, and she would have to go hungry until evening.
After taking quite a while to recover, Wang Ling'er finally felt she could breathe normally again. Only then did she muster the courage to