In the first-floor living room of the villa, the air seemed to have been pressed down by some invisible force.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The sound of high heels landing on the wooden floor was crisp and rhythmic.
The warm winter sunlight inexplicably took on a chill at that moment.
Secretary Jin stepped out of the elevator hall.
Her pace was unhurried, her shoulders straight, her gaze steady.
It was as if she had arrived on her home turf.
Following close behind her, Secretary Chen Jing was pale-faced and seemed to want to say something, but under the pressure of that powerful aura, she ultimately did not dare speak.
Lin Mu Xue and Shangguan Qiuya, meanwhile, very consciously lowered their heads and shrank themselves into the background.
"Thump, thump, thump."
Tang Song's fingers clenched and loosened as he swiftly calmed the violent surge of emotion in his chest.
He had actually been mentally prepared for a scene like this for a long time.
After all, he had chosen to be a scumbag.
As the system permissions continued to open up, and as women standing at the very top of the pyramid—Jin Meixiao, Ouyang Xuanyue, Su Yu—gradually gathered around him, this kind of Mars-hitting-Earth situation was bound to happen sooner or later.
The reason he was flustered at this moment...
Was purely because this plot was too damn dramatic.
A few minutes ago, he had still been in the third-floor study telling Ms. Ouyang she was "the one he trusted most," while apologizing to Secretary Jin in his heart.
The next second, the very person he had been apologizing to suddenly dropped in front of him without warning.
Who wouldn't panic?
Not to mention that the current Secretary Jin and Ouyang Xuanyue were in a delicate stage of checks, balances, and struggle.