A considerable number of people from the Song Group surrounded them, pointing at Song Juan, and all around were whispers of gossip.
"What's wrong with President Song?"
"Has she gone mad?"
"In her current state, can she take over our company?"
"Did a man's cheating drive her crazy?"
The gossip around them was endless, completely disregarding the dignity and face of both Song Juan and Xia Mian.
Xia Mian's black eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of deep, cold severity.
Song Juan, she was cursed!
Clearly, from when Song Juan left until now, it had been less than an hour—who had targeted her?
As Xia Mian's thoughts raced, Song Juan began more frantic actions, her hands tugging at her shirt, about to tear it apart...
Xia Mian reacted swiftly, rushing forward to stop Song Juan's actions.
However, despite being out of her mind, Song Juan's strength was surprisingly great, and Xia Mian's hands were scratched several times by her.
