Si Fuqing paused, her fists tightly clenched.
Her older sister had always told her to refrain from using force because, once she did, she might enter a state of berserk frenzy.
This state could seriously impact both her physical and mental well-being.
In milder cases, it would result in a mental breakdown, while severe instances could lead to ruptured meridians and death.
Even on her deathbed, her sister had repeated this warning.
So, she had always been restrained, obedient.
It had been so long that Si Fuqing had almost forgotten that someone else had once told her, "Qingqing, don't be afraid, you're not alone."
Her eyelashes fluttered downward, obediently saying, "I'll definitely remember for next time."
Yu Xiheng looked at her, "There's going to be a next time?"
Si Fuqing: "…"
She was speechless.
Indeed, the thoughts of a boss were always hard to fathom.
