When the salty sea breeze rolled up gravel and hit Wu Aixi hard on the face, she was checking the 17th edition soft furnishing purchase list on the screen of her mobile phone. Her fingertips were hovering over the words "Line blended curtains (light gray, 85% shading rate)", and in her ears was the roar of the director, Sister Wang, who hates iron and steel: "Wu Aixi! If there are any mistakes in this batch of goods, your performance for this month will be deducted!"
The next second, the loud noise of the scaffolding breaking shattered the glass curtain wall of the office. She only remembered that she was knocked over by a huge force, and when her phone flew out, the photos of the warehouse fire scene sent by the supplier were still frozen on the screen - the batch of imported Italian stone that had just arrived in Hong Kong was burning with raging fire.
The feeling of suffocation came like a tide.
