Su Qingning paced anxiously around the office, her mind incessantly haunted by Zhao Qingqing's parting words. She was incredibly anxious, almost panic-stricken. She knew the Zhao Family would retaliate, and their revenge would be vicious. Even the slightest move on their part would spell utter disaster for nobodies like her and Lin Xiao. At the thought, Su Qingning let out a heavy sigh. Life is so hard.
Just then, Lin Xiao pushed the door open and entered. When Su Qingning saw him standing there as if nothing had happened—especially with that audacious smile on his face—her anger flared. She had always been so careful, even enduring Zhao Qingqing's humiliation without a single word of protest. Yet this scoundrel just breezed in, causing trouble wherever he went. Who gave him the nerve to be so reckless?
However, Su Qingning didn't explode. She needed to know why he had done it. "Why did you hit someone?" she asked.
"You mean that piece of trash, Zhao Qingzhi?"
