A man in a blue shirt next to her gave an awkward smile, seemingly wanting to smooth things over:
"Don't be like this, we're not on the internet, let's all calm down and talk."
Wen Xian's face was expressionless as she walked step by step toward that woman.
When she spoke again, her delicate and beautiful features conveyed an indescribable sharpness, her gaze fixed intently on her:
"I want to see your phone."
Her whole aura was chillingly cold, the smile at the corners of her mouth had long since disappeared, and it was clear to anyone that she was on the verge of anger.
The atmosphere tensed up once more.
During the team-building activity, a man who could no longer stand by said, "Just let her have a look. After all, this is her personal privacy. If you really took photos, then let her delete them."
At these words,
the trembling young girl who'd taken the photos was about to hand over her phone.
