Dusk settled in, the sky awash with reddish glow, the transition between day and night seemingly stretched out endlessly.
The CEO's office was deserted, the golden sunlight spilling across the desk.
It looked as though someone had spilled tea, with papers on the desk dampened and several crumpled; these documents were probably beyond salvage now.
After taking a bath, Lu Xiaoyou sat by the dining table, tapping on her cellphone screen.
She came across Zhu Yan's microblog:
"My dear fans, thank you for your concern. I'm doing well, and there are no major issues with my health. I'm currently recovering in the hospital and will be discharged tomorrow. Please don't attack Xiaoyou, I know it was an accident."
When mentioning Lu Xiaoyou, Zhu Yan even specifically tagged Lu Xiaoyou's microblog.
Her fans went straight to Lu Xiaoyou's microblog and cursed her out hundreds of times.
