Fang Nan finally broke free from Mu Xiaoxiao, touching the several cuts on his face, his temples throbbing with veins.

He was only trying to stop her and didn't actually hit her, but she showed no mercy and scratched his face repeatedly.

His face was ashen as he said to Sun Rong, "Our company's discipline has been far too lax lately; anyone can come in."

Today it was only Mu Xiaoxiao who came in. What if someone who is a thief or someone who is not good to Yang Qingheng comes in later?

"You're the one who's not quite right!" Mu Xiaoxiao had just calmed down when his words made her explode with anger again.

Sun Rong was speechless. No wonder they say you become like those you associate with; Fang Nan's sharp tongue is just as infuriating as Song Hengjue's.

Fearing that Mu Xiaoxiao would lose her temper and start fighting again, she quickly grabbed her arm: "Alright, if word gets out that President Yang's former sister-in-law got into a fight with a man downstairs, it'll be on the news again tomorrow. You can calm down a bit."

Mu Xiaoxiao shuddered at the thought of her face appearing in the newspaper. She couldn't bear the embarrassment. Looking at the growing crowd around her, she belatedly realized how awkward she was and wished she could disappear into the ground.

She glared fiercely at Fang Nan: "Shameless! You just wait!"

He squeezed through the crowd and stormed out.

Fang Nan was still immersed in what Sun Rong had just said, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time. He stammered, "Wh...what sister-in-law? What did you call her just now?"

"I think you've really lost your mind." Sun Rong said with disgust, looking at the bloody gash on his face, but also with a hint of schadenfreude.

It's really good; his lips used to be so infuriating, but finally someone has come along who can handle him.