In the spacious and silent office, the morning sun streamed through the glass, bathing Deng Huiying in sunlight, but Deng Huiying felt that it was not the winter sun shining on her, but the falling winter snow.
Aguai walked over to her and viciously kicked her, "Useless thing, why didn't you report when your bracelet was lost."
Deng Huiying was kicked to the ground, quickly got back on her knees, bowed her head, and dared not look at the man sitting in the large swivel leather chair before the desk.
Li Chengyun glanced at her indifferently: "Name?"
Deng Huiying clenched her fists, still not daring to lift her head, and forced a calm response: "thirteen."
The name she gave was not Deng Huiying, but the English numeral thirteen, 13.
Many large companies professionally train some women as weapons, akin to spies. Li Chengyun, the head of such a large business empire, would unsurprisingly have such operatives, and it was Aguai who managed them.
