Her anger had not subsided.
Lan Ying, witnessing this, very sensibly pulled the person away.
The crying and apologies stopped abruptly in the hallway.
Jiang Muwan stood in the center of the room, quite headachy. Before the servant brought in fruits, she had just been on the phone with Das's senior management, discussing a particularly thorny issue.
After a moment, she raised her hand to her hip and looked to the side, a soft sigh barely audible.
Gu Jiangnian bent down, his slender fingertips touching the crumpled piece of paper on the ground, picking it up and unfolding it, indeed, as the servant said, a performance schedule for Song Sishen's show.
"Calm down," Gu Jiangnian said softly, seeing her not lightly angered, and began to persuade gently.
Jiang Muwan sighed heavily, clearly harboring unquelled rage in her heart.
Looking at the fragments on the floor, her mood became even messier.
