She tiptoed to open the door. A cheerful Ye Qingkong appeared at the door.
"Oh! Ms. Ying! Why are you in such a mess?"
Ying Yimei was already in a foul temper to begin with. At this moment, she did not want to bothered by Ye Qingkong.
"What do you want?! Just say your piece and scram!" says Ying.
Ye Qingkong frowned. "Ying Yimei, you're too volatile. It's only a failed scheme!. Why do you keep fretting over it? Don't tell me you're afraid of Ye Tianxin."
Ying Yimei's expression became when she heard what Ye Qingkong said.
"Ms. Ye, I'm sure you're satisfied now that you've seen how I've become a laughing stock. Well, you can leave now."
Ying Yimei was having a bad day. She was like a ticking timebomb, ready to explode at any moment. However, Ye Qingkong did not leave. Instead, she glanced pitifully at Ying Yimei. She walked slowly toward the couch, her gaze falling on the shards of shattered glass on the floor.
