After Shen Wuxiao and the others appeared, no one dared to stop them at all.
But there were always those who weren't afraid of death.
A woman suddenly rushed out from the elevator area.
She was an ordinary-looking Eastern woman in a white shirt, her hair tied in a ponytail.
Ignoring her secretary's cries of "Danger," she charged straight into the chaotic crowd.
She even reached out and shoved Teng Snake.
Teng Snake: "?"
Her voice was bright and sharp. "All of you, stop right there! Have you gone mad?"
Standing before a pile of shattered glass, she instead took another step forward.
She raised her head and stared at Shen Wuxiao and the others, her eyes filled with an unyielding defiance that had not been frightened away.
Not a trace of fear could be found.
Her name was Wen Xiaoruan—soft in every sense of the word, except that she was anything but easy to provoke.
At this moment, she was extremely angry.
This group belonged to her man.
Yesterday, she had argued with her boyfriend and was waiting for him to coax her today.
Yet he had not come to the group all day.
She had no confidants, nor did she want to ask Gu Moxiu's special assistant, since the assistant would tell Gu Moxiu.
She did not want Gu Moxiu to know that she was acting spoiled.
She could only ask the butler and the nanny.
After all, the butler and nanny were part of the safeguards for their relationship.
Just like before, when the butler would tell her, "Sir hasn't been this happy in a long time."
And the nanny would tell him, "Sir never used to eat those foods. He only ate them because you fed him."
Yet when she called, they both said they didn't