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Rumors of Mr Wang's underhanded plot against Mei Xing had been circulating, and seeing him led out, red-faced and defeated, confirmed their suspicions.
They shot him disdainful looks. The unspoken judgment passed on him was a heavier burden than the whispers around him.
Mr Wang, his face burning with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, refused to meet anyone's gaze. Every snicker, every murmur felt like a needle pricking his already deflated ego.
As the doors finally slid shut, Mr Wang let out a shaky breath. There was a small hint of regret that stemmed within him as he cast one last glance at the building.
"I can't go down like this," he whispered.
After boarding a cab, Mr Wang placed a call across to Mr Luo, Mei Xing's father. He was very confident that the man would be furious with Mei Xing's rash decisions and reinstate him.
