Tang Xi returned home, and those filthy graffiti words were still at the door.
She fetched a bucket of white paint, covered them up again, closed the door, and barricaded it with a cabinet.
She slumped onto the sofa, utterly drained.
Picking up her phone, she dialed Fu Tingzhou's number subconsciously, only to hang up after just one second.
Why call him?
To ask if he was the one who got her fired?
But did it all matter? He had no place for her in his heart; it was Su Mengshu he liked.
Suddenly, a series of violent, rapid knocks came from behind her.
It gave her quite the scare.
Tang Xi went to the kitchen, grabbed a vegetable knife, and trembled as she stared at the door.
From outside came a man's husky voice, "Is Doctor Tang at home? My brothers and I are here to see you; how much do you charge? Name your price, I quite like your type. This woman has got a nice figure, probably reels in men all the time..."
