Lin Banxia studied the woman sitting behind the office chair—young, proud.
She was beautiful, skilled at using her sweet and innocent appearance to mask the cunning and shrewdness within.
"Yes, I have something to discuss with you!" Lin Banxia walked over to the nearby sofa and sat down on her own accord.
She mimicked her posture, crossing her legs and clasping her hands together, placing them on her knees, adopting a negotiating stance.
Chu Tingting very much disliked this version of Lin Banxia; in her view, Lin Banxia was always the type of weak woman.
After all, during their previous encounters, Chu Tingting had never seen Lin Banxia display such a defiant expression.
But now, the aloof air exuding from Lin Banxia clearly showed she could hold her ground against her.
Chu Tingting scoffed coldly, "Go on, I'm listening!"
"Hello, cousin!" Lin Banxia's beautifully flushed lips curved into a smile. Her first words made Chu Tingting freeze in shock.
