After speaking, she walked straight outside, reached the stairs, and touched her bruised neck with a hand, glancing towards the office with eyes flashing with a hint of fierceness.
An Ziqi, just you wait!
She would definitely make her taste the feeling of life being worse than death, then personally send her into the eighteen levels of hell.
Finally, only the two of them were left in the CEO's office.
An Ziqi's smile faded, sitting motionless on the sofa.
The hand at her side could no longer hold back and started trembling slightly.
The thornbush around her heart tightened more and more, pricking densely at her chest, making her almost unable to breathe.
Eyes that always glimmered like a starry river were now dull and lifeless, staring ahead.
Her once fair face had now become as pale as paper.
The rosy lips she bit turned pale, with traces of blood oozing out.
