The storm surrounding the Eric family vanished completely within twenty-four hours.
Every trace of the incident, whether in news reports or online forums, disappeared without a remnant, as if it had never happened at all.
Only those directly involved knew that certain behind-the-scenes forces had intervened to suppress the matter.
Yet no one dared to speak of it again.
Beauty stepped inside, dressed in a grassy-green coat, carrying several cups of warm milk tea in her hands.
The moment her colleagues saw her, their faces lit up as if she were an angel—though their eyes were fixed more on the steaming drinks she held.
"Here, milk tea for everyone!
I haven't been around the past couple of days, and you all look like you've been withering away.
Consider this my apology—along with these concert tickets."
She set the milk tea on the office table, beckoning her coworkers with a playful wink and a smile.
