Chiang Qing was stunned, her mind went blank until the foul-smelling mouth came close to her, and she reacted, pushing hard.
"Old Master Wang, what are you doing?" Chiang Qing scolded, "I'm Secretary Gao's person."
Is this what they call a tiger fallen on flat ground being bullied by dogs? Anyone dares to make a move on her with ulterior motives.
What do they think she is? A hostess from outside?
Old Master Wang was pushed and staggered, almost falling to the ground, infuriated. He was getting on in years, and if he really fell, not only would he miss out on the meat, but he'd also risk his life!
He only took pity on her because she was somewhat good-looking. Why is she putting on airs?
He steadied himself and sneered with a dark expression: "You're Secretary Gao's person, so what? The Secretary doesn't mind, but you haven't recognized your own status. You're no longer the noble, pure Miss Chiang you once were."
Chiang Qing's face turned pale.
