"Isn't she around here?" Zhao Yifei fixed his gaze on Zhao Youlin, who sat behind her office desk. He sneered before turning his head around and staring at Li.
Li was used to the cold stares of Mu Tingfeng, Han Yichen, and the rest of their groups. She felt nothing but disgust when she saw Zhao Yifei's stare.
She felt especially so when Zhao Yifei stormed into Zhao Youlin's office, ignoring her attempts to stop him. As such, Li had a very poor impression of him.
Zhao Youlin glared at Zhao Yifei. She did not react to his sarcasm. She shot a glance at Li and said, "You may leave first."
Li was worried about Zhao Youlin. However, she was aware that if she continued to stay on, she would only end up dragging her legs. As such, she gave a nod before turning around and leaving.
Right after Li left, Zhao Yifei's expression darkened. He stared at Zhao Youlin, who sat behind the office desk, as if surveying the dead and wishing to skin her alive.
