"Hezi! It's all over! I've caused a disaster! How much money will this cost? Will they kick us out? Would writing a 10,000-character self-criticism be of any use?"
Wen Lan was drenched by the water and couldn't open her eyes, panic filled her voice.
While toweling off her hair, Wang Shumei said, "We wanted to wash up just now, but as soon as we touched it, it started spraying water, and we couldn't shut it off..."
Her voice was relatively calm, but there was also a hint of panic in her eyes.
Lin Nianhe said, "Sister Lan, first take your hand away, covering it won't help, just let the water flow down. You two change into dry clothes, I'll go find the hotel's maintenance staff." She paused, then added, "Don't worry, this hotel has been operating for seven or eight years, it's normal for the hardware to age, it's no big problem."
