An Siqi looked at the cell phone on the ground and fearfully took several steps back.
It was not until the sharp shards of porcelain scraped her feet that she snapped back to her senses.
What was she doing?
Thirty minutes, she only had thirty minutes!
If she was late, she really feared something bad would happen.
Thinking of a certain image made An Siqi's pupils constrict violently, disregarding the cut on her foot, she picked up the broken phone, grabbed a coat at random, and hurried to the door.
The assistant smoking at the door looked at her rush and was a bit puzzled, "Miss An, what's the matter?"
An Siqi couldn't be bothered with him and acted as if she hadn't heard.
The assistant was persistent, "Miss An?"
An Siqi glared at him, "Where I'm going is none of your business!"
The assistant said matter-of-factly, "The boss asked me to follow Miss An and help you with whatever you want to do."
An Siqi: "Buzz off, I don't need your help right now."
