She ran forward with all her might and took out her cellphone at the same time, then turned on the flashlight.
The brightness from the flashlight illuminated the pitch-black environment in an eerie way that made her hair stand on end.
Tsk. Why was there a power cut at this time? This is so unlucky.
With one breath, she ran to the President's office, opened Yan Rusheng's office door and went in.
The series of French windows in Yan Rusheng's office allowed some moonlight to enter and lit up the room a little.
She closed the door and leaned her back against it, gasping and panting. Her white blouse was soaked through with her perspiration.
Ring ring ring…
Suddenly, ringing sounds from some phones could be heard coming from the outside.
Not one but numerous phones ringing at the same time. This scenario resembled that of a written Taoist voodoo which was supposed to hasten a person's death.
