Qiao An's anger was fierce and merciless.
Xia Lin had no idea what had happened, but tonight, she left the lab earlier than ever before.
In the past, she would never leave before midnight.
Tonight, at exactly ten o'clock, she stormed out.
No doubt, her colleagues in the lab had annoyed her.
"Miss Qiao, Mr. Mu, I'm going to retire to my room to rest," she said.
After speaking, Xia Lin turned on her heels and slipped away.
"Stop right there."
Sitting on the sofa, Qiao An spoke up coldly.
Xia Lin's steps paused, and she reluctantly turned around, asking tentatively, "Miss Qiao, do you have any other instructions for me?"
"Don't go!"
Acting on a spirit of not being ashamed to ask, Xia Lin asked, "What use is there for me to stay here?"
"Hit him!" Qiao Xiao'an pointed her tender index finger directly at the man standing by the door.
Xia Lin: "..."
Miss Qiao, what grudge do you have against me that you treat me this way?
Isn't this asking me to defy the hierarchy?
Hit him?
