Dense footsteps echoed across the office area of the marketing planning department, filling the air with a solemn and tense atmosphere.
They seemed to notice the glances coming their way.
Wen Ruan slightly tilted her head and swept her gaze over this way.
As their eyes met, one by one, her former colleagues unconsciously averted their gaze.
Those who had just been whispering about her hurriedly lowered their heads, their faces showing panic and unease.
"Bang!" Li Meiling's mouth fell open as the coffee cup she was holding slammed onto the table, then rolled onto the floor, spilling everywhere.
Her eyebrows twitched violently as she started to clean up in a fluster.
After nodding lightly with a smile to a few former colleagues, Wen Ruan looked forward again and followed the crowd, disappearing around the corridor corner.
A few seconds of silence in the office area, then suddenly a buzzing sound of discussions arose.
"What's going on? That was Wen Ruan, right?"
