"Let's go, Duidui."
Rong Yan took the little guy's hand, patted his little backpack, and left Fu Ya behind, watching as the tall and short figures disappeared from view.
She pounded the ground fiercely, her face twisting with rage as she said, "What does she amount to, anyway!"
Her bloodshot eyes were frightening, but no one paid any attention to her hysterical rage, for they all found Rong Yan's unnoticeable fury even more terrifying.
...
Estelle received a call from Rong Yan and had no sooner set aside her work to rush out and help when she turned a corner and encountered Rong Yan walking over with the little guy.
"Rong Yan?" she exclaimed with surprise, glancing at the duo. "You found him?"
Rong Yan had been quite upset by Fu Ya earlier, but her mood had somewhat calmed down now. She nodded and said, "Yeah, I just happened to run into him on the way over in a taxi."
Seeing Rong Yan's composure, Estelle scanned them and suggested, "Why don't you both go to my office first?"
