In the office, April skies suddenly turned as chilly as those of deep winter, the temperature steadily plummeting.
Yang Shan had anticipated that she and Jiang Muwan would eventually have a falling out, but she never imagined it would be in this manner, and on her own turf no less.
In her early years, Yang Shan was also a part of Huazhong, more aware than anyone that playing mind games required the right occasion, location, and human harmony.
At the moment, she had none of these advantages.
When she realized what was happening, she turned to leave, and did so with great speed.
But would Jiang Muwan allow it?
Of course not.
She had been waiting for Yang Shan to come to her, not for a day or two, but for much longer.
Consequently, in the office, as Yang Shan tried to leave, Muwan stood up and reached out to grab her. In the process, she stumbled and fell onto a pile of shattered tea cups, and in an instant, her wrists and knees were streaming with blood.
