Cai Yin stood at the reception desk as usual, but her face was full of indignation. She folded a small figure out of paper, wrote "Liu Chen" on it, and kept stabbing it with the tip of a neutral pen, swearing to stab it a thousand times! A thousand times! A thousand times!
She could guess with her toes what people in the company were talking about. Poor her, her reputation of over twenty years had been ruined overnight. Just the thought made her want to cry!
She couldn't help but glare hatefully at the sofa in the corner, where the big devil in her mind—Liu Chen—was sitting!
"Why haven't you left yet?"
"Waiting for you to get off work, so we can go shopping together."
The exchange had occurred fifteen minutes earlier, and Cai Yin was so furious she nearly spat on Liu Chen's face.
