Yuan Sichun's face gradually turned ferocious as she glared at Xia Yao, wishing she could tear her apart.
"Xia Yao, you're courting death!"
"Then kill me."
Xia Yao sneered and walked out of Yuan Sichun's office slowly.
When the door was closed, Xia Yao's laughter seemed to echo in the room.
Yuan Sichun clenched her fists tightly.
His eyes were bloodshot and ferocious.
'Killed?'
It was just a b*tch's life!
The office was once again in a mess. Hearing the commotion inside, the secretaries on duty outside looked at each other helplessly.
She was really unlucky to have such a hot-tempered boss.
The furniture and decorations in the office had been changed several times. Every piece was of good quality.
However, he was rich and didn't feel the pinch.
After Yuan Sichun vented her anger, the frustration in her heart didn't dissipate completely.
