"Hey, Miss Qing, this is something Mr. Zhao bought especially for you. It's not nice to refuse it."
In the counselor's office, a woman in her thirties, whose desk faced Ouyang Qing's, stood up. Her face was heavily powdered, with a hint of jealousy in her eyes as she glanced at the flowers and said.
"Exactly, Miss Qing, Mr. Zhao is truly devoted to you. We can't even get such flowers ourselves."
Another female teacher stood up as well, smiling as she spoke.
"Miss Qing, you should just accept them. Mr. Zhao really put his heart into this."
"..."
Two other male teachers in the office chimed in as well. With such a beauty in the office, how could these two not have other thoughts?
However, they knew that they couldn't compete with Zhao Youliang. If they wanted to move from being a counselor to a lecturer or an administrative position, they'd need Zhao Youliang's help.
