"Su Chen! Where did you die?" The sharp female voice almost pierced the eardrums, with loud music and faint laughter in the background. "Go back to the rental house quickly and clear away all your junk! Put the key under the doormat! Do you hear me?"
Su Chen's throat was tight, and the rainwater flowed down her forehead and into her eyes, feeling astringent and painful: "Mei'er... What do you mean? I was just hired by the company..."
"Have been fired? Ha! I knew it!" Li Meier's sneer came unabashedly, "Just a useless snack! Let me tell you, Mr. Wang's Maybach is parked downstairs, and you have to disappear within half an hour! Don't be an eyesore here! Don't contact me again!" The phone was cut off roughly, leaving only a series of cold busy signals, beeping at Su Chen's eardrums and heart.
