Qi Longbing snorted coldly. "Bring your meeting notes over for me to see."
Hua Xiaomo felt somewhat embarrassed but reluctantly handed over her version of the meeting records.
Qi Longbing flipped them open and saw only two meager lines of text; then, there was nothing.
THWACK! Qi Longbing slammed the notebook onto the desk. "Is this your meeting record, Miss Hua Xiaomo?"
"You've attended university. How can your handwriting be worse than a middle school student's?" Qi Longbing said mockingly, a sneer plastered on his handsome face.
Hua Xiaomo looked at him, unsure of what to say or what not to say.
Alright, so my handwriting is worse than a middle school student's—so what? I don't need anyone to judge what kind of person I am, nor do I need to live by others' standards, especially not his, Qi Longbing's!
"What's wrong? Feeling inferior after just a few words from me?" Qi Longbing chuckled. He leaned back in the Osaka chair, his sharp eyes revealing a subtle, menacing glint.
