Ji Shiting lifted her chin gently.
"Sit down for a bit. I'll deal with Tang Ranran now, okay?" The man looked at her, waiting for her response.
The woman's eyes were still calm, but she nodded and said, "Okay."
Ji Shiting breathed a sigh of relief, retracted his hand, and left the office.
Tang Ranran was sitting at her desk.
She had changed her clothes, and besides her hair that was still wet, she had regained her composure and looked calm again. She didn't look any different, and even the red mark on the back of her hand had disappeared.
The tea obviously wasn't burning hot even though it was warm. However, Ye Shengge still held back.
Tang Ranran looked up and was shocked to see the man walking toward her. She then lowered her head as if she was trying to suppress her grievances.
