The veins on Song Ruoxi’s forehead were bulging, and her mouth let out a little moan. Her body was emitting a heavy black smoke now.
Ning Shu couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Song Ruoxi’s body actually had so much Yin and baleful energy.
“Song Ruoxi, you’re sleeping at work? If you don’t want to work, just go home and sleep. Don’t treat this place as your home.” Song Ruoxi’s female supervisor came over and knocked on the table.
Song Ruoxi wanted to sit upright, but there was no strength in her body. She felt her head spinning, as if there was a nail driving into her brain.
Moreover, she felt as if her body was out of her control, and her mind was muddled and painful.
Ning Shu saw that the female supervisor still wanted to berate Song Ruoxi, so she hastily said, “Supervisor, she’s really uncomfortable. Please…”
Ning Shu hadn’t yet finished speaking when she saw Feng Yin appear behind the female supervisor. His hair was loose, and his eyes were red as he glowered at the female supervisor.