Bab 917: Disaster Strikes

For a moment, Su Wan's mind was blank.

Before Su Wan could react, her body made a move without thinking.

"Be careful--"

Su Wan took large strides and rushed toward the windowsill.

She did not expect that she could be so fast. With only a little more than a meter between them, she almost immediately got to the windowsill.

She tightly grabbed Executive Officer Lin's sleeve.

But in the end, she was still a step too late.

With a tear, Executive Officer Lin's sleeve was torn off.

Executive Officer Lin was fat. With the strength of Su Wan's thin arms and legs, coupled with the fact that she was a little late, she could not pull him at all.

Executive Officer Lin's fat body fell from the windowsill.

Only a small part of the pale blue sleeve was left in Su Wan's hand.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window. A whistling wind blew from the open window to Su Wan's bangs, disrupting Su Wan's vision.