Wu Xiaowen never imagined that, in her immense rage, she could be just like Wu Xiaorui and kick the door open with a single blow. When she saw Wu Xiaorui's room, perfectly neat and clean, her anger soared. She strode forward and violently swept the green silk-shaded lamp from the nightstand onto the floor. Then, with another shove, the dual-cassette recorder on the tall chest of drawers on the other side fell to the ground with a loud THUD. It didn't shatter into a million pieces, but from the sound of it, the machine was definitely broken.
A series of loud crashes finally woke Wu Xiaorui, who was sleeping soundly inside her snow-white bed canopy. She was exhausted; otherwise, she wouldn't have been sleeping so deeply.
