The red-haired woman turned around and saw a burly middle-aged man she didn't recognize at all.
But when Zhao Xin inside the small cubicle heard that voice, her delicate body trembled.
Zhao Xin had become desperate earlier, almost wishing she could tear apart the place where she was urinating.
Yet as she heard that voice, Zhao Xin regained half of her senses and dared not move recklessly anymore, she even didn't dare to remove her hand from the spot where she was urinating.
The man was none other than her father, Zhao Jie.
After returning to the school, Zhao Jie saw that the cigarettes Zhao Xin had passed to him had all become wet.
Smelling them, Zhao Jie found the scent not too unpleasant.
Even though the cigarettes were soaked with the moisture secreted from Zhao Xin's body, Zhao Jie, who craved a smoke and thought about the fact that the moisture came from where Zhao Xin urinates, still lit up a cigarette.
Smoking, Zhao Jie felt a peculiar sensation.