The office building was empty during the lunch break, and there were only four people present. Emma Rosy asked this question, but her eyes had already fallen on the panicked employee with her head hanging down, and her tone was low and repressed, as if it was the last calm before a violent storm.
Emma Rosy walked up to the employee in two steps, her sharp gaze searched her face several times, and if it wasn't for the psychological shadow it would have caused Hope, she would have returned the slap.
"You hit my daughter?"
The employee was really scared at this point and subconsciously tried to take Emma Rosy's hand to plead for mercy, but after touching her cold line of sight, her heart inexplicably palpitated and she froze in place, shivering and apologizing: "I'm sorry Miss Richard, I didn't mean to. I was in a hurry to go out and she... no, no, your daughter just happened to bump into me, and I wasn't in a good mood for a few days in a row working overtime, so ......"