Xiao Mo glanced at Yao Jia, then at Xia Chuqing, with an inscrutable expression.
Xia Chuqing wasn't sure what he had noticed, but she couldn't do what Yao Jia did, so she ran forward and said to Xiao Mo, "President Xiao, I didn't grab Yao Jia, really, you're perceptive and can surely give a fair judgment."
Seeing Xia Chuqing speak like this, Yao Jia quickly responded, "Are the handprints on my neck fake then?"
"Maybe it was when you were with another man last night, some random guy scratched you," Xia Chuqing retorted mercilessly.
"Stop talking nonsense. I kindly apologized to you, and you not only didn't appreciate it but also talked recklessly in front of President Xiao. Do you even have the demeanor of a secretary?" Yao Jia was furious and eager to explain to Xiao Mo.
"President Xiao..." Xia Chuqing was anxious to explain, but if Xiao Mo didn't believe her, saying too much would be useless.
So, Xia Chuqing chose to stay silent and let it be.
