A... a ladyboy?
Xiao Jiu's words were like a sharp sword.
They ripped away his last shred of dignity.
The cross-dressing fiend turned his head.
A cold rage immediately surfaced in his heart.
Before he even saw who it was, he had already sentenced the person who humiliated him to death.
In the past, whether it was his subordinates or other employees,
they had always praised him with titles like "Celestial Immortal" or "beautiful lady."
When had he ever suffered such a deep humiliation!
"Whoa, the ladyboy is looking over here."
Hearing Xiao Jiu's shocking words again,
the cross-dressing fiend turned his angry gaze toward her.
But one look!
And he sensed that something was wrong.
"Where did this brat come from..." The words died in his throat as the cross-dressing fiend froze.
It was because he recognized Xiao Jiu's identity.
Most of the mid and low-level employees in the factory didn't know.
