Si Fuqing: Are You Even Worthy? (2)

Thank goodness Miss Si isn't some superhuman with abnormal strength, thought the staff member, taking a respectful step back.

But if she'd thrown a punch, killing someone wouldn't be out of the question.

Before he could even calm his racing heart, it soared again. 

Yu Yao was showered in fragments from the shattered door frame.

"Wasting my time," Si Fuqing muttered, discarding the scattered pieces in her hand and wiping her palms. "From now on, no visitors during work hours."

"As for this talk of a plastic surgery template—what a joke. Are you even worthy?" she added.

Yu Yao's lips tightened, his jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened.

He was clearly on the brink of exploding, but his upbringing allowed him to rein himself in.

Before Si Fuqing could turn around, her phone rang, piercing the silence.

Yu Yao watched as her eyebrows lifted and a few dots of a smile appeared on her lips.