Zhong Qiaohui suddenly felt the greeting card she was holding in her hands was somewhat heavy.
The few lines written by Brother Zhang on it, now with the appearance of this Barbie doll, seemed to carry some genuine sincerity.
"No problem, can I go now?" Zhong Qiaohui asked. In front of them, without any intention of looking at Zhang Sanfeng's face, she picked up the red gift box containing the Barbie doll, tucked it under her arm, brushed past the two of them, and walked alone toward the elevator.
Zhan Dapeng clutched his forehead, smacking it a few times in exasperation.
Zhang Sanfeng's face was covered by the black hair that fell down her cheeks, like a beauty's.
Riding the elevator alone, Zhong Qiaohui's fingers, pinching the greeting card, trembled unseen by others. She wished she could curse out loud, calling someone an asshole!
Such an asshole!
That idiot!
