Please, just because of these two words, all threats appear unserious and lack any intimidation, right?!
Under this strange mood, Yan Jian did not go back again, but rather hurriedly stood up and fled the restroom in near panic.
Hah, what on earth?!
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After work, the slanting sun fills the windows.
Because it's winter, the setting sun is not golden but tinted with night, turning into a deep tea color.
Like a cup of overly strong oolong tea, or a bowl of medicinal soup.
Yan Jian bit her nails, nervously watching her colleagues leave after work.
Everyone who turned to leave couldn't help but glance at her, kindly asking, "Still not leaving?"
Although they had no idea what she was staying behind to wait for, their questions seemed to hold a hint of mischievous intent to her.
She nervously couldn't stop biting her nails, forcing herself to maintain a consistent smile, repeatedly replying, "Yes, staying a bit longer, be careful on your way."
