Burned in flames.

Song Yan walked out of Shen Yue's office calmly, after living as a ghost for five hundred years, she has made her heart as hard as a rock. Such small matters wouldn't even tickle her much less anger her into ruining her mood, her eyes cleverly flicked around the empty hallway as she strode towards the elevator. 

Getting ready to come to the company seemed to have gone to waste, she should have just stayed at home and checked up on the company's forum first before coming here, it wasn't that she was angry at the rumours but she was indeed upset about wasting her time by coming to the company —— if she stayed at home, she could have drawn some talisman and sold them at the night market, but instead she had to go through all that.