Jing Xiaocha hasn't been working at Wen's Pharmaceutical Factory for long, but she's heard people talking about her behind her back.
And they aren't saying pleasant things.
It's just that Jing Xiaocha hadn't heard it firsthand; another girl told her.
Today, she heard it herself. How could she not be angry?
Bai Yiyi pushed open the cubicle door and walked out. Her eyes swept coldly over the two women, one from the administration department and the other from the marketing department. They seemed friendly in person, yet behind her back, they spoke so badly.
"Let me see the post you were talking about just now."
She extended her hand to one of the women, her expression icy and showing no clear sign of anger. Compared to Jing Xiaocha, whose eyes were burning with rage, Bai Yiyi made the two women even more terrified.
