From the moment Meng Xi'er had kicked Mo Hexuan, she had been living on tenterhooks, fearing his revenge.
However, to her surprise, she had survived the past week unscathed.
Throughout the week, she was constantly on edge, trembling in fear, worrying that a group of men dressed in black would jump out on her way to work or back home, stuff her in a bag, and carry her off to be dumped into the sea.
But after a week had passed, her life maintained its usual calm. The incident from that day had not led to any rumors or gossip, and only then did Meng Xi'er's heart return to its rightful place in her chest.
Apparently, even Mo Hexuan had a sense of shame, or perhaps the voice recorder she held really had a threatening effect, or maybe Mo Hexuan simply didn't care about the incident…
Either way, it seemed like she was safe for now.
Meng Xi'er sat in front of her computer, fiddling with a pen, lost in thought.
