"Lady Wen, listen up, I, Yan Xinxin, am not only capable of hitting you, I might even beat you to death."
"…"
"Don't think that I, Yan Xinxin, am a pushover, letting shameless women like you bully me around. Let me tell you, I've been spoiled by my husband over the past year, and I've developed a bad temper. If you provoke me again, I'll tear you apart."
After finishing her words, Yan Xinxin lightly pushed Wen Xin away.
Wen Xin, in high heels, was startled by Yan Xinxin's unexpected aura and leaned unsteadily on the conference table, her phone slipping to the floor.
She hurriedly bent down to pick up her phone, only to see Yan Xinxin walk over and step on the phone with a silver high heel encrusted with rhinestones.
Wen Xin paused, bent over, and looked up at Yan Xinxin, who looked down at her.
