"Who are you calling crazy? Su Xingyu, the shameless one here is you!" Before Zhuang Heng, who was sitting by the trash can, could speak, a woman charged out from the side. It was Yun Xi.
She quickly pushed through the crowd and crouched down to help Zhuang Heng, "Miss Zhuang, are you alright?"
Zhuang Heng used Yun Xi's hand to stand up, then took the bag Xia Ranran handed over, the one she had dropped, without saying a word, and turned to leave the office.
Su Xingyu felt bewildered; had this woman's mind been caught in a door today? Where was the well-crafted demeanor she usually maintained? Where was her image as a lady of a respectable family?
She touched the burning spot on her face, feeling a slight pain at her fingertips, unsure if it was swelling.
