The secretary put down the documents and turned to leave.
The door to the president's office closed, and Qiao An gently tapped the tabletop, lost in thought.
"What are you thinking about?"
Mu Jingxi pinched her delicate chin and gently shook it.
"This secretary looks quite unfamiliar."
"Hmm, new here."
"Really?" Qiao An's lips curled into a faint smile.
As soon as the secretary left the president's office, she dropped a bombshell in the group chat.
[She's not all that.]
The company's gossip group chat became lively in no time.
[Secretary Zhao, did you see what that woman looks like?]
[Is she pretty?]
[Is she a celebrity?]
[She's decent-looking, but not a movie star.]
[Secretary Zhao, do you have a photo?]
[No, a woman with looks like that isn't worth taking a picture of.]
[Wow! If Secretary Zhao says that, then her appearance must be quite average. Definitely not stunningly beautiful.]
