Several girls were sitting in a café, openly discussing Mu Chengxi and Wen Xin, who were in the elevator.
"Bang!" Just then, the sound of a coffee cup being forcefully slammed onto the table echoed. Coffee spilled from the cup, and everyone involuntarily stepped back a little.
"Sorry, my hand slipped, and I lost my grip," Jiang Linyan coldly glanced at the chattering girls at her table, her brows furrowing, radiating an intimidating aura.
"Linyan, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You don't look so good," a sycophant sitting beside Jiang Linyan quickly spoke, trying to please her.
However, Jiang Linyan, being in a bad mood, took the attempts to please her as a reason to vent.
"Where do you see that I'm feeling unwell? If you can't tell, go check your eyes." Jiang Linyan's voice was icy as she mocked those who showed concern, then pointed towards the café door.
"You've had your coffee. You can leave now."
