Her voice was cold: “Fu Corporation doesn’t keep trash. When the time comes, you can leave on your own!”
“Just you?”
The deputy manager laughed dismissively, leading the others out with a swagger.
That malice felt like a knife stabbing into Jiang Nuan’s body.
Her chest tightened, and cold sweat broke out.
Jiang Nuan didn’t understand why she was having another episode; her depression hadn’t shown such strong symptoms for a long time.
Rushing back to the main office, Jiang Nuan quickly entered her office.
Shaking, she opened the drawer, took out the bottle of pills at the very back, and swallowed two pills hastily.
Jiang Nuan leaned on the desk, her breathing gradually calming.
Just then, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and picked up her pill bottle.
Jiang Nuan turned her head, her heart jumping to her throat! “Prozac.” Fu Yumo read the label on the bottle slowly, his eyes deepening, “Are you taking medication for depression?” “If you’re not going to be with me, at least you’re not just a tool to be used and discarded here.” A pang shot through Jiang Nuan’s heart, her fingernails digging into her flesh. She slightly tilted her head up, her dark eyes cold: “Mr. Lin, no need to worry.” Lin Chao watched her retreating figure, his interest growing even thicker.
