Lu Xingshen's low, pleasant voice, with a hint of lazy perfection in a Beijing accent, was Jiang Tian's favorite tone, but it shot out deadly words.
Jiang Tian felt as if she had been slapped hard, her already pale face instantly turning almost transparent.
She thought she was strong enough to withstand Lu Xingshen's indifference, aloofness, and even bad behavior.
Yet Lu Xingshen always found a way to deepen her pain.
"Oh, a woman who sells herself cheap?" The female assistant giggled, sizing up Jiang Tian with eyes full of disdain, "I say, Lady, you should stop pestering him. I've seen many women like you, and Director Lu wouldn't possibly be interested in you."
Jiang Tian's fingers hanging by her side trembled fiercely. She pursed her lips, her eyes filled with mist,
"Mr. Lu, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have let Mom ask Assistant Xiao Wu about your schedule, but we care about you, there's no other meaning..."
"Let go!"
