Gao Yanrou glared, momentarily at a loss for words.
If she admitted, it would be equivalent to acknowledging she wanted to be a third party.
If she didn't speak, she couldn't swallow this anger.
To think she'd be humiliated by a little brat!
Flames flickered in Gao Yanrou's eyes, she straightened her chest, letting her disdainful gaze fall on her small bun-like chest.
"See how long you can be proud, men always think with the lower part of their body," she had heard rumors that the president asked Secretary Dai to buy uniforms, specifically choosing those with very little fabric. Could her figure even support that?
Just as the elevator dinged upon reaching the top floor, Gao Yanrou walked out, twisting her slender waist in high heels.
Nangong Yang crossed her arms proudly, her chin held high. It was only after the elevator doors closed that she stomped her foot angrily.
Damn Huang Puchen, always surrounded by flowers!
The afternoon sun was scorching, making skin ache.
