"Okay, that's alright." Yan Rusheng lengthened his stride and walked deeper into his office. He made an 'okay' sign with his fingers and raised it up high.
That tone and expression; he was obviously trying to hide his unhappiness.
He was exuding a sort of coldness, and Wen Xinyi's face was as white as a sheet.
She bit her lip and stepped back in fear. Her legs pressed against the walls of the office, and that's when she knew there was nowhere else to run. She grabbed the ends of the table tightly with her hands, so hard that her veins were showing.
With every step of Yan Rusheng's approach, Wen Xinyi felt the tense atmosphere in the air. It was suffocating.
"I… I didn't mean to do it," she stuttered with fear. "I'll get you another fish tank, and another butter… butterfly fish."
Her voice shook, just like how her body quivered.
Her eyes showed nothing but fear. As Yan Rusheng inched closer, her ashen cheeks flushed red.
