It rained heavily and the whole city was torn to pieces.
Shen Xingruo was roughly carried out from the Xinghai Entertainment headquarters building. Two security guards' hands clasped her arms like iron vices, and her high heels broke with a "click" on the slippery ground.
She staggered and hit her knees heavily on the cement floor. The folder flew out of her hand and the papers scattered like snowflakes into the murky puddle.
The rain poured down on her head and face, wetting her carefully tied bun. The black hair stuck to her pale cheeks, outlining an extremely cold outline.
She didn't struggle or yell, she just slowly climbed up from the ground with her arms on her hands, her fingertips soaked in the mud and trembling slightly.
