"Sister Qiao, I just need to grab another pair of socks." Chen Ling said with a timid smile, carrying her small backpack and then walked to the balcony.
She had thrown the socks into the washing machine yesterday. Because they were so small, they got squeezed into the corner, and since it was so dark, she hadn't noticed them, hence she forgot to take them out to dry.
When she opened the lid of the washing machine, she immediately saw several pairs of socks at the edge. She reached out, and as soon as she grasped them, a sharp pain shot through her palm and fingertips.
"Sss... Ah..."
Chen Ling's pained voice instantly drew the attention of the people outside.
When Sang Qiao and several security guards arrived, they saw Chen Ling's right hand covered in blood, which was a shocking sight.
"What happened?"
"There are razor blades in the socks." Chen Ling looked at the several pairs she had tossed on the ground, which were fine when she put them in for washing yesterday.
