Secretly Photographed
Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mu Anan didn't listen to what the person said and hung up the phone.
The entire conference room fell silent as everyone stared at her.
Although the call was in receiver mode, the person on the phone was shouting very loudly. The conference room was relatively empty, so the audience could naturally hear the content clearly.
Some looked at Mu Anan strangely, some disdainfully, some mockingly, and a lot of them...incredulously.
Mu Anan stood in the crowd and felt every part of her body burning under the stares.
She was like a commodity with a price tag.
She felt ashamed, humiliated, and angry, but she could not vent it, causing her heart to beat wildly.
She had always been smart and calm, but her mind suddenly went blank at that moment.
She did not know what to say.
Could she defend herself?
How could she defend herself?
Or should she roar, "It wasn't me! I'm not like that!"
Who would believe her?