The items on the table all fell to the ground, making a crashing sound. Secretary Lin’s body shivered violently, wishing she could instantly beco invisible.
After about five minutes, Gu Ningyi lifted his dark eyes, coldly looking at Secretary Lin standing in front of him, head lowered and trembling. His thin lips slightly parted, spitting out two words, "Get out."
Even though those two words were icy and devoid of warmth, Secretary Lin, as if receiving a great pardon, slightly bowed to Gu Ningyi and then swiftly left the office.
Not until she closed the office door did she breathe a large sigh of relief, her feet weakly carrying her to her seat, where she collapsed into her chair.
She hadn’t seen the Boss this angry for a long ti. The last ti he was so furious seed to be... a few months ago, when he found out that Cheng Ziyang and Dong Xin Yan were getting married?
Indeed, only Miss Dong can ignite the Boss’s fury.
In this case, the Boss obviously cares a lot about Miss Dong, but why is he so angry today?
Can’t understand, really can’t understand.
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Gu Ningyi leaned back in his chair, one hand supporting his mouth, frowning deeply, his eyes growing gloomier.
He closed his eyes slightly, took a light breath, then grabbed his phone and dialed a number.
The phone rang twice, and soone answered, "Mr. Gu."
"Qingfeng, tomorrow...."
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After confirming that Gu Ningyi wouldn’t return tomorrow, Dong Xin Yan’s mood was exceptionally good all day. In the afternoon, she went out for a spa, and in the evening, returned to the villa, baking a cake herself.
After finishing the cake, Dong Xin Yan took a comfortable bath, then climbed directly into bed, planning to have a good beauty sleep and et Ziyang tomorrow with full energy.
But perhaps because she was too excited, she couldn’t sleep well, tossing and turning all night, her heart occasionally pounding, leading to Dong Xin Yan waking up early in the morning.
At this mont, the sky was just turning light, clouds rolling in the horizon, yet to see the sunlight. Dong Xin Yan closed her eyes again, trying to sleep a bit more, but unfortunately, she couldn’t fall asleep.
After struggling in bed for a while, Dong Xin Yan finally decided to get up.
Not having slept well at night, indeed, left her looking tired, but fortunately, a woman’s best friend—makeup—can work wonders.
Sitting at the dressing table, Dong Xin Yan seriously applied beautiful makeup, making her delicate features even more dazzling. Then she stood up, from the suitcase she brought, taking out Ziyang’s favorite light blue dress to put on.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Dong Xin Yan looked at her reflection: a delicate face the size of a palm, fair skin, with long black straight hair cascading down to her waist.
She lightly curved her lips, the woman in the mirror showing a blend of purity and a hint of girlish charm, the look Ziyang liked the most.
The visiting hours at the detention center started at ten in the morning. At nine-thirty, Dong Xin Yan called Mrs. Cheng to confirm she was ready, then picked up her bag, carrying the cake, and left the villa.
A taxi she’d arranged earlier was already at the door. She opened the door, got in, and the car slowly drove away.
As the car drove away, a flash of light appeared from the shadows, accompanied by a faint clicking sound...
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