Song Juyao’s room was slightly ajar. He easily pushed the door open. In that instant, a basin on the door toppled over, drenching him. Water poured into his open mouth, so salty it was unbearable. Then he was furious.
Song Juyao sat on the windowsill, smiling at him. Anger, a negative emotion, transformed into energy and surged towards her. It was very strong, and Song Juyao silently absorbed it.
"How dare you!" The man rushed towards Song Juyao. He didn't notice the electrical wires lying near the water on the floor.