Peng Xiaoqian slumped to the ground, disheveled and aghast, glaring at Li Si with loathing. "Damn bitch, you hit me again?"
As she spoke, she tried to rise and retaliate.
Li Si grabbed a teacup from the table and smashed it hard on Peng Xiaoqian's head.
BANG!
The teacup shattered.
"Ah..."
Her cry was piercing as she looked pleadingly toward Wang Qingquan, who sat at the head of the table.
Li Si's gaze followed, her expression cold and silent.
Wang Qingquan averted his eyes, showing no intention of intervening. At this point, he was completely in the wrong. What could he say?
Li Si finally retracted her gaze, glanced down at Peng Xiaoqian at her feet, and turned to leave the conference room.
Tears fell silently.
She sniffed and, with an anxious heart, took out her phone and dialed Chen Yang's number.
"Yang... Yang."
"What's wrong, Sisi?"
"Just now... was that you?"
