"Sister Chu Yao, I..."
"I'm here to discuss the script. We'll talk about other issues later. It's not yet time for me to settle scores with you. Let's not mix things up. You don't have that rich tea aroma, so stop pretending to be Biluochun."
Qi Huan wanted to say something, but was cut off by Chu Yao before finishing, who pushed past Qi Huan and walked in, so much so that the last two sentences floated over from the back of her head.
Qi Huan was so scared that she shuddered and didn't dare to cry, swallowing back her words, sitting obediently back in her original seat.
Chu Yao sat directly at the head of the table, not to give an air, but because there were only a few seats, and it wouldn't do to sit by the door.
Yet, as soon as she sat down, she exuded an aura of commanding presence.
The room was spacious, but at that moment seemed narrow, as no one spoke and the air felt awkward.
