No one knew how many gazes were piercing her back, like countless sharp swords stabbing into her heart.
She had secrets, many secrets, but dared not tell anyone. No one could hear her deepest cries, only she knew that she was truly weak, very weak.
Unable to withstand any blow, she clenched her skirt tightly.
Beitang Yao saw her face clearly in the reflection, but he merely glanced at her lightly, as if trying to discern something.
"Woman, dry your tears of grievance. You're in the company now, don't do anything embarrassing." He snorted coldly, feeling a headache.
With a "ding", the elevator doors opened, and he brushed past her shoulder directly, heading towards the President's office.
Xia Qingqian sniffed, quickly following behind Beitang Yao into the President's office.
Yet Xia Qingqian always felt everything was so unreal, even Beitang Yao's existence felt surreal. How could such a regal man intersect with her life?
