Ning Qing was speaking the truth. Jian Han has slimmed down a lot.
She's always had a beautiful, almond-shaped face, and now she has slimmed down so much that her face was not even the size of a palm, but her skin was as pale as snow and looked more pitiful compared to her usual glow.
Ning Qing finished speaking, and the senior presidents in the lift all turned around to look towards Jian Han. A few knew Tang Fan. One smiled and asked, "Director Tang, is this is your girlfriend? She is so pretty."
Tang Fan placed his arms around Jian Han's shoulders and cupped her into his embrace. He nodded and said, "Yeah."
Jian Han froze in his embrace.
She tried to struggle a moment.
But Tang Fan's hand on her shoulder pressed her gently. His meaning was — In front of so many people, give me some face.
Jian Han stopped moving.
