Wang Shuqi found it funny but also felt that Lil Han was too mean. She said, "Lil Han, don't talk nonsense."
"Mrs. Wang, I'm just saying. I'm not spouting nonsense. Ms. Qiao won the International Fashion Design Competition. We're all benefiting from her."
Her mouth was full of sarcasm, making one feel nauseous.
Qiao Weiyang sized up her seriously and said, "Lil Han, right?"
"Yes, it's me. What's wrong?" Lil Han didn't react for a moment. Qiao Weiyang's attitude was a little too calm.
"The people around Zhang Xi are all capable people. But I didn't expect her assistant to…" Qiao Weiyang shook her head. "… Didn't you brush your teeth before going out? Why are such nasty words coming out of your mouth? I remember that Zhang Xi endorses a brand of toothpaste. Didn't the brand give you some?"
Lil Han's face turned red. "Qiao Weiyang, what are you talking about?"
