"Mr. Wu, the goods have arrived."

Someone said that the manufacturer's samples had been delivered to the door. Wu Lixuan went out to sign for them.

"Our CEO Wu's handwriting is so beautiful." The employee from the company who followed her flattered the small boss.

Wu Lixuan rolled her eyes. But as a businessman, you need to learn to write beautifully when signing your name, so as not to be laughed at for being uneducated.

"What do you mean by beautiful? How can someone who couldn't even finish elementary school write beautiful words?"

The woman who was talking came out of the elevator. She looked to be in her fifties, and was adorned with jewels, jade bracelets on her hands, and a gold chain around her neck. Her skin was well maintained, and to be honest, she didn't look old. With the addition of her clothes, she had a certain charm. But when her lipstick-covered mouth opened, it became sarcastic and mean, and her chubby round face instantly turned into a triangular monkey face.

Several company employees looked at each other, sensing that something was going to go wrong.

Wu Lixuan's expression suddenly changed. The impression of this woman remained deep in her mind.

Do people remember happy things more clearly or tragic things more clearly? The answer is obvious, they remember sad things more clearly. Because the human brain inherits the genes from ancestors and develops the most basic neural reflex chain. Remembering these lessons will help the human body automatically avoid similar injuries in the future and prevent injuries from happening again.

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Wu Lixuan's legs unconsciously wanted to walk away, as far as she could.

In terms of personality, she has never been a girl who likes to argue with others. It’s not that she is afraid of not winning the argument, but some people can argue you to death even if they can’t win, like a psychopath. Ordinary people usually can only say that they are helpless with such people.

"Where are you going? Are you feeling guilty?" The other person took three or two steps and walked up to her, raising his red nails like a demon, almost poking her face.

It was no use trying to evade someone who was provoking you. Wu Lixuan calmed down and said to several employees, "It's time to go home."

"Yes, Mr. Wu." Several employees followed their boss's orders and left.

"Are you afraid of being embarrassed if they see you?" The other party looked even more smug when he saw her asking them to leave.

"You are embarrassing yourself." Wu Lixuan said, "You are a habitual liar."

"I lied. What did I lie about?" A mentally ill person like this will never admit his mistakes.

"Your son is not dead. Do you dare to say that you are not lying?"

"Will I curse my son to death?"

This woman treats everything she says as if it were bullshit.

At this point, everyone knows who this woman is: Fang Qinsu’s mother, Li Yaohong.

"That's what you told me back then, that he was dead." Wu Lixuan argued with the other party.

"Say it again, can I curse my son to death?" Li Yaohong was not afraid at all whether he had said this before.

"You came here thinking this?"

"What can I do? You caused my son to get into a car accident. I was already very good by not asking you to pay for the medical expenses. I just asked you to leave him. So, what did you do to him last night?" As she spoke, Li Yaohong pulled out a few newspapers from her bag and slapped the papers vigorously in front of her.

The other party made a loud noise in her ear just to scare her.

After the tickets were sent out, He Xiangyu sent her a text message after the show saying that everything went well, and she didn't care about it anymore. After all, she had already made up her mind to stay away from that person and never meet him again.