"...Why... why would you ask that?" Qin Cuifen was startled, and her earlier smugness instantly dispersed. She asked warily, "I am, of course, from the General Union; otherwise, who else could handle these things?"
"The things you mentioned are probably correct, but your overall qualities are concerning!" Mr. Feng sighed, "You make people very worried." He initially thought she was a formidable character but didn't expect her to be so easily defeated.
At this level, if Chief Ni hadn't protected her during this period, who knows how many times she'd have died.
Qin Cuifen breathed a sigh of relief; as long as she wasn't driven away, anything else could be discussed.
At this time, on the second floor, Feng Zhenzhen was leaning against the window ledge in her silk pajamas. Her long black hair flowed smoothly behind her. She stared downstairs at Qin Cuifen, a trace of disgust flickering in her eyes.
