Zhuo Yuqing was inexplicably scratched across the face by Tong Bi, and she was still seething with anger. She hadn't expected Tong Bi to be so unfiltered and vulgar in her insults.
"Mad dogs bite people randomly." Zhuo Yuqing glared at her angrily. "At least you work in writing; can't you speak more cleanly?"
"You did shameless things and still expect me to speak nicely to you?" Tong Bi sneered, pointing towards the editor-in-chief's office, "What were you doing in the editor-in-chief's office,
"Nutcase." Zhuo Yuqing didn't want to argue with her here. Several passing colleagues had already looked over curiously. Continuing the fight would only make a bigger scene, difficult for anyone to come out unscathed. Besides, everyone in the magazine office tended to blow things out of proportion, gossiping over trivial matters into something outrageous.
