Song Qinghuan's face had turned gloomy, she frowned at her.
Just as she was about to speak, Zhan Jie's voice rang out again, "You told Zhan Cheng to go die, and he really went, got into a car race, was hit, fortunately he was rushed to the hospital in time for examination and treatment, otherwise, his life would have been lost!"
Song Qinghuan's eyes widened, a wave of fear swept over her like a tidal wave.
"Ho...how could this be?" She was scared speechless.
They had been only quarrelling at the time, all she wanted was for Zhan Cheng to give up, she never truly meant for him to go die.
"Whether you want to see her or not, it's up to you!" Having said that, Zhan Jie left, leaving behind Song Qinghuan to suffer the various gossips and contempt of her colleagues.
Zhan Jie took the elevator, but she didn't leave the Times Group; instead, she went to the tenth floor.
