As Ling Qingyu walked straight into the high-rise building, weaving through a network of circular lanes for incoming cars, nobody found her presence strange or questioned her.
She had honestly expected someone to cause trouble so she could slap a few faces.
Turns out, movies and novels exaggerated things too much.
Not even a single punk tested her patience. What a waste of all her mental preparations for a dramatic pew-pew moment.
Still, with her cold and sharp temperament paired with a strikingly beautiful figure, who would actually dare stop her?
Although the area was usually restricted to office workers, beautiful women occasionally passed through as well—many of them with powerful backgrounds. Some were even escorts accompanying wealthy clients, something that secretly stirred jealousy among the security guards.
Fortunately for Ling Qingyu, she had no idea she had just been momentarily compared to such women.
