She wailed all the way down, her cries heartrendingly tragic; the staff ran out from the meeting room, only to find Zhu Yan with blood flowing from a broken head, lying at the bottom of the stairs.
And there was Lu Xiaoyou, leaning against the stair railing, her gaze soft like water, filled with sorrow and disappointment.
"Sister Zhu Yan, I really didn't do anything, why do you hate me so much?"
"Xiaoyou, don't be afraid." The staff, fearing that Zhu Yan would charge back to harm Lu Xiaoyou, volunteered to protect her behind them.
Zhu Yan didn't have the strength to get up, lying on the ground with two gashes in her forehead.
She felt her breathing become difficult and her jaw pain unbearable; Zhu Yan wondered if she was going to die.
Those who saw the state Zhu Yan fell into were all shocked because her nose, which was considered the epitome of beauty in the entertainment circle, was now crooked!
