The frequency of people trying to ply her with alcohol indeed dropped sharply.
Lu Zhu had become the epitome of boring in the eyes of those people.
Only the man sitting at the head position occasionally had a trace of a smile in his eyes, finding this girl rather interesting.
Until that day, Zhou Yiran seemed to have had a bit too much to drink, and the driver happened to be on leave that day. The vice president appointed Lu Zhu to send him home.
The twittering secretaries were somewhat unwilling, but Lu Zhu was indeed the only one among them who hadn't drunk alcohol.
"Tch, looking like that, no wonder no one wants to drink with her."
"Seeing how obsessed she is with the president, wouldn't she do something to him after sending him back, tsk tsk tsk."
Lu Zhu walked out of the cubicle expressionlessly, startling the two gossiping women in the restroom, who instantly became embarrassed.
Lu Zhu calmly stood at the mirror washing her hands, without a hint of expression.
