Xing Shu lowered her eyes and thought of the gift she had prepared for Cheng Gang and Cheng Xingyang on Friday. She licked the blood at the corner of her mouth somewhat maniacally. Her sufferance of their oppression was driven to the brink, like a volcano about to erupt. She would definitely remember tonight's humiliation.
Xing Shu said, "Don't worry, Director Cheng. I'll definitely keep an eye on Cheng Lang."
Cheng Gang knew that Xing Shu would do it. Disgust flashed across his eyes. "Then why aren't you getting lost?" It was as if she should be grateful that he had let her off.
