Zhou Wang and Xu Qing chatted by the coffee table for about twenty minutes.
Bai Feifei stood nearby, holding her bag obediently, although she didn't show any unusual expressions, she kept moving her ankles involuntarily.
Today, she wore Valentino heels with a red base and nude color, with thin heels as long as 8 centimeters, which accentuated her snow-white, curvaceous long legs, but standing for a long time made her feel pain.
But Bai Feifei couldn't sit down.
Because Xu Wenqian and Lin Ran were whispering and laughing while standing nearby. They were also in high heels, although their heels weren't as thin as hers, Bai Feifei just didn't want to admit defeat at this moment.
One possible reason was that Bai Feifei always felt that the two assistants around Mr. Zhou looked at her strangely.
Maybe it was jealousy, or maybe they despised her from the bottom of their hearts.
The more she felt this way, the more Bai Feifei believed she should present a better image.
