Han Yaxin glared at Zhong Li with a dark expression: "You live across from Nancy?"
Zhong Li picked up the knife and fork from the dining table, sliced off a small piece of beef, and put it into her mouth. She looked up at Han Yaxin, her gaze chilled: "Is there a problem?"
"Nancy, I'm your girlfriend after all. How can your assistant speak to me like this? She's too rude."
"It's after work hours now, and besides, I'm President Gu's assistant, not your assistant."
Han Yaxin threw down the knife and fork in her hand and stood up angrily from the chair: "Do you even understand your position? What right do you have to speak to me like this? Believe me, I can have Nancy fire you in seconds."
Zhong Li laid down the knife and fork, her uplifted gaze cold as the bleak late autumn: "This is your true self, so why do you keep pretending? Isn't it tiring?"
