"Shaoling…"
Amidst his rage, a sobbing woman entered the office.
It was a stumbling Ji Jianing. She threw her disheveled herself and her face thick with makeup into Li Shaoling's chest.
"Shaoling, I'm so sad… I'm so afraid…"
Her whole body was shaking, and she looked miserable as if she had just been trampled all over.
However, that thick smell of perfume wafting from her left Li Shaoling frowning.
"What happened?"
Ji Jianing looked up and bit her lip, her tears bursting out as she mumbled aggrievedly, "I was bullied…"
Bullied?
Jiang Cong had a bold guess then, imagining that she was not actually the victim…
"Who bullied you?"
Li Shaoling's voice was icy in the first place.
But Ji Jianing thought that he was angry for her.
