Yuan Xin stood in front of Su Jiyai's desk, his hands holding the report files tightly. His face looked a little hesitant, but finally he opened his mouth.
"Boss Su," he said carefully, "there is something else I must report. Liu Fang has sent us news."
Su Jiyai, still scribbling notes, hummed softly without looking up. "News?"
"Yes," Yuan Xin nodded. "Dong Shin… he is dead."
The pen in Su Jiyai's hand paused for a moment. She blinked, but her expression did not change much. Calmly, she placed the pen down and leaned back in her chair.
"So, he is dead," she said lightly. "Not surprising."
Yuan Xin tilted his head, curious. "You already expected it?"
Su Jiyai gave a small smile.
"Dong Shin was always offensive. Always stepping on others' toes. Even without me pushing him down in Abayas, there were many people waiting for his fall. Sooner or later, someone he had offended would come for him. It was only a matter of time."
Yuan Xin nodded slowly.
