She turned unconsciously toward it to glance at the phone screen that had lit up. It was a reply from that woman. It was a simple message with only two letters. "Ok."
Through the message, Tang Nuan could even envision the flash of malice that crossed the usually gentle demeanor of that woman.
She sure knows how to act… Tang Nuan mocked the woman as she continued to observe Song Qingchun. She picked up her phone and was about to send another message to that woman when the female colleague beside Tang Nuan peeled open a bag of Chili Chicken and, out of habit, passed Tang Nuan one.
Tang Nuan accepted it and threw it into her mouth. She chomped on the delicacy as she typed the reply on her phone. She only managed to key in the word 'If' when she suddenly turned around and started to dry heave with her hands over her lips.
The female colleague who gave her the Chicken Feet turned around and asked with concern, "Tang Nuan, are you okay?"