Hotel
Pan Ting's face looked as cold as ice as she stared at Meng Meixuan and Wu Zixuan.
She never expected that the two would actually want to terminate their contracts with her.
Under Pan Ting's cutting gaze that felt like swords and knives, Wu Zixuan lowered her head. She didn't dare look at her boss, and at this moment, her heart was trembling.
Meng Meixuan, on the other hand, showed no fear. Having gone abroad as a trainee at the young age of thirteen, she had developed an iron-clad heart.
She wasn't afraid of anyone, nor of any difficulty.
Back when she was in the semi-island, none of the domestic trainees dared to stand up to the local trainees. Yet, she fought back directly, teaching a lesson to the local snob who disrespected them for coming from a backward region.
Today, she still refused to yield. If the company wanted to destroy them, then it would be mutually assured destruction.
