Chapter 167

The washroom was large and spacious. It was very luxurious.

After relieving herself, Sylvia washed her hands, wiped her face, and came out.

Someone had clearly come to clean up. Odell's work desk was restored to its previously clean and tidy state. The half pot of stew she had left and the food he did not finish were also gone.

Even the air had become much fresher.

Odell was reading a book.

Sylvia went to his desk again. She looked at the table and asked suspiciously, "Where's the little turtle I carved?"

Odell gave her a cold look. "I threw it away."

'Whatever. I just carved it for fun, anyway.'

Sylvia reached into her bag and quickly found another small square piece of wood.

Then, she took out the carving knife again and carved it.

Scratch, scratch.

The orderly sound of carving immediately resounded in the air again.

Odell's expression darkened as he furrowed deeply. His eyes stared sharply at her.

Sylvia quickly noticed his gaze.

However, she pretended not to see his a