Ai Li unusually praised her in various ways, but Ling Chuxia's brow involuntarily furrowed, and when President Hong came over to pull her, the touch on her skin made goosebumps rise all over her body.
She didn't want to sit next to President Hong, but Ai Li's hand, seemingly light, was actually exuding pressure, forcing Ling Chuxia to sit down directly, almost right next to President Hong.
A flicker of disgust passed through Ling Chuxia's eyes, but it wasn't appropriate to make a scene, yet she still forcefully created some distance between them and even aggressively shook off Ai Li's hand.
Seeing that Ling Chuxia was uncooperative, President Hong's face grew unsatisfied. He opened his mouth to say something, but Ai Li leaned toward him first, whispering something in his ear. His dissatisfaction seemed to diminish slightly, but the look he gave Ling Chuxia grew darker, and she couldn't help but tighten her grip, wishing she could just get up and leave.
