"Bang!" The door was forcefully closed.
Aunt Yu Wenxia walked in, her gaze sweeping around as if searching for something.
After confirming there was no problem, she turned around and gave her a displeased glance, "I called you so many times and you didn't answer, what were you doing?"
She was over 1.7 meters tall, neither fat nor thin, and not yet 40 years old. However, years of hard labor had made her look somewhat older.
Still, one could tell from her features, she had been a beautiful girl in her youth.
Zhao Yaqian was stunned, picked up her phone to look at it, and sheepishly said, "I left work in such a hurry today, I forgot to switch off the silent mode."
After saying that, she quickly turned off the silent mode and checked if there were any unread messages from Tang Song.
Yu Wenxia sized her up and frowned, "Qianqian, why are you dressed like that?"