The entire Special Affairs Department was eerily quiet.
Everyone seemed to sense that a volcano was about to erupt. As they passed by the director's office, they tiptoed, fearing that even the slightest noise would trigger the bomb inside and drown them in rage.
"You've scared them," Director Fu sighed helplessly, watching the quietly drifting shadows outside the partially open door as he poured tea into the cup of the teenage girl in front of him.
"What's there to be afraid of? Afraid of this cripple?" Ai Qing seemed to be amused, but there was not a trace of laughter on her face or in her pupils. "Rest assured, no matter how deplorable, I would not make a scene at the Special Affairs Department."
