A dark and silent office, a woman so frantic she wanted nothing more than to jump out of the window.
A stark contrast.
The Talk app finally pinged, but it was an unfamiliar profile picture, the message containing only two words: "Come down."
Shi Nian yanked her own hair in distress. Her greatest fear had come true: from that tone alone, she could tell it was definitely not Ye He, but... that cop thug!
What deity had she offended to be entangled with this man?
She decided to play dumb, neither going downstairs nor replying.
As if the other person could read her mind, a new message arrived shortly after: "I'm only waiting 118 minutes for you."
Why 118?
Shi Nian suddenly realized: she had 118 private photos stored in her album! That thug was threatening her, exposing a photo every minute?!
This... here we'll skip over ten thousand and eighty thousand words.
In the end, Shi Nian still ran out of the office building clutching her briefcase.
