After she left, Tang's secretary Jingjing put down the pen in her hand, her cold eyes narrowing behind her glasses. She was curious to see how this ignorant girl would meet her end.
When Qianxue stepped out of the secretary's office, her palm was already clenched with sweat. She leaned against the door and took a deep breath, steadying her wildly beating heart.
Who said she wasn't afraid? Every time she saw the secretary, she felt as if she were facing the King of Hell, enduring torture and a chill that crept over her entire body. And just now, she'd even confronted her.
"Qianxue, are you alright?" Meng Tianfan, holding some documents, walked over with concern on his face, "Your complexion is very pale. Did the secretary...?"
Qianxue shook her head: "I'm fine, just a bit nervous. Tianfan, what brings you here?"
"I came to deliver these documents to the secretary... Qianxue, are you sure you're alright? Is it because of what happened yesterday?"
