"We've carefully screened it; there's no feces at all..."
Thomas Shannon: "..."
Even so, he wouldn't jump!
Sophie Sullivan let go of him. Staggering back two steps, she raised her hand to wipe her eyes. "Bad person, I'm not playing with you anymore!"
After saying that, she turned and ran.
Watching her stumble down the stairs, her figure swaying precariously, it looked as if she could trip and fall at any moment.
Thomas Shannon's heart sank. "Sophie Sullivan, stop right there!"
Instead of stopping, Sophie Sullivan ran even faster.
Like a nimble rabbit, she darted through the men in black as they tried to close in on her.
Whenever one of the men in black tried to forcefully stop her, she would cry out, "You dare touch me? You dare molest me?"
The men in black were frightened and immediately withdrew their hands. Who would dare touch the Young Master's woman, let alone molest her?
