Wendy squinted as she looked at Jian Liangtong. After a while, she lifted her lips in a cold smile, said nothing, and turned around to walk into her own office.
The arc at Jian Liangtong's mouth dropped the moment Wendy's figure disappeared from her sight.
Those who were hiding in their offices watching the "show," now came out, standing in the hallway, their eyes shining as they stared at Jian Liangtong.
"Indeed, the older the ginger, the hotter the spice. Look at Sister Wendy's skill in playing people, it's exquisite."
"What do you understand? Sister Wendy is magnanimous, feeling pity and wanting to help her out. But she doesn't appreciate it, looking down on the girl's role and suffering for her ego."
"I found it strange earlier, how a manager just starting out suddenly had resources pouring towards her like they grew legs. Now I understand."
"Understand what?"
"Yeah, what do you understand?"
