Wei Anning had never been more embarrassed in her life. She stood in the middle of the office with her hair disheveled, under the scrutiny of that gloomy man, her lotus leaf collar shirt torn, missing a few buttons, faintly revealing the underwear underneath.
She uneasily shifted her body and saw Luo Yi beside her, whose face was bruised and swollen, not much better off than herself, finally feeling a bit of solace in her heart.
Earlier, she should have been even more ruthless, tearing that mouth of hers, for all her spiteful remarks about Chinese people.
Leng Youchen's gaze was icy cold as he looked at the two women, especially at the one whose mouth was already curling into a smile, making his anger surge, "Fighting in the office, hmm?"
Wei Anning's heart tightened, but before she could speak, Luo Yi had already accused her, "President Leng, she started it."
