Li Na walked away from the dining area with measured steps, her hand still tingling from the impact of the slap. The sound had been satisfyingly sharp, but the dining area had been empty except for them—no witnesses to Yin Hao's humiliation or her retaliation. She could only imagine him sitting there, hand pressed to his reddening cheek, his male ego shattered along with his confident facade.
As she rounded the corner toward the bathroom to compose herself, she nearly collided with Xiao Fei, who was leaning against the wall with her phone pressed to her ear, speaking in hushed, urgent tones.
"—yes, I'm telling you it's getting worse. She's completely losing it," Xiao Fei was saying, not noticing Li Na's approach. "First the intimacy coordinator drama, now she's having meltdowns during lunch breaks. I think the pressure is finally getting to her."
Li Na stopped dead in her tracks, realising Xiao Fei was talking about her to someone on the phone.
