After saying that, Meng Xi'er arranged her files, opened the door without looking back, and left.
Mo Hexuan, in excruciating pain, fell to the floor, his face contorted. Grinding his teeth, he thought, he must kill this woman!!
Such a tremendous humiliation!!!
Meng Xi'er hastily closed the door behind her. Her heart was pounding so fast, her legs felt weak.
After closing the door and leaning against it to catch her breath, she noticed Du Xiaorong, who was squatting in a corner nearby in a daze. Seeing Meng Xi'er running out with a panicked look on her face, she quickly came over and grabbed Meng Xi'er's hand: "Sister Xixi, what happened? Why do you look so pale?"
Meng Xi'er looked at the tightly closed door and slapped her chest to calm the pounding heart inside her narrow chest, which felt like it was about to burst out any second.
"Let's go!"
She grabbed Du Xiaorong's hand and glanced back nervously at the door. "We're heading back to the magazine company," she said.
