Dou aiyan almost vomited blood after hearing Yi Xinyan's words. She threw her phone away and the crystal clear sapphire phone screen smashed into the corner of the table and broke into pieces.
She couldn't care less about her phone. She howled to the sky, trying to vent the anger that she had nowhere to vent.
Yi Xinyan's situation was no better than hers.
She couldn't calm down in her own room. She took her car keys and rushed out of the house to the road to race.
Only the fast speed of the car could calm her unbalanced heart.
The next day, after going to work, Yi Xinyan had returned to her usual calm "Witch"style. She was preparing the materials for today's meeting in her office.
After a busy morning, she came out of her office and was about to go to the staff kitchen to get a cup of coffee.
