Qin Ran squatted down and picked up the cup, emotionless. "I'm okay."
Cheng Juan came in to help her clean up the glass fragments on the ground.
Qin Ran waited for him to walk out to talk to Lu Zhaoying and the other man before stopping. She stood there with her eyes lowered, thinking of something, a little stunned.
The black cell phone had been set aside by her. After Cheng Juan went out, it lit up.
Two minutes later, it brightened impassively.
Qin Ran came back to her senses and saw that it was desperately lighting up. She turned her head away expressionlessly and stopped looking at it.
"Cheng Mu." Outside the door, Lu Zhaoying put his legs on the table and his chair rotated 180 degrees backward. He spun a pen in his hand. "I sent an email last time to Jiang Dongye, but I can't reveal the specific details."
Cheng Mu was still stunned.