425 Sight for sore eyes

MZX Headquarters, 11:30 a.m.;

"Apologize!", Rong Xinghe roared, her voice scaring every employee, every viewer, out of their wits. Obviously, Mo Zixuan had a smirk plastered across his lips by now. The only regret he had at the moment was that he didn't have a tub of popcorn in his hands. 

"I-- I am sorry!", He Chen cried out in anguish, "It won't ha-happen again.", the woman swore.

Digging her nails deep into the flesh of He Chen's left shoulder, earning yet another squeal from her, the girl finally let go of the perp, "It better not. Also, I want a written apology mailed to President Xi. By this evening."