As dusk fell, Yeh Sha returned from outside and had just reached the hall when a panicked figure rushed out of the study.
"His Excellency the President, Miss Tang attempted suicide!"
Yeh Sha casually threw his freshly removed suit onto the floor and turned around, sprinting madly toward the study.
Tang Fangfei was just about to go greet Yeh Sha, but upon seeing him sprint toward the study, she turned her head and slapped the maid hard across the face. "Wretch, what good is it having a mouth like yours!"
"Madam, I..." The maid held her face with one hand, unable to speak out of grievance.
Yeh Sha rushed into the room to see Tang Qingxue lying on the bed, one arm hanging weakly, a vivid wound on her wrist with blood gushing out, dribbling onto the floor. A pool of blood had already collected on the floor, appearing shocking. At that moment, she looked emaciated, her face as pale as paper, devoid of any vitality, as if she were dead.
