"Fool, why should we care about the gazes of others?" Zhou Shengting wished the whole world knew.
Bai Lan furrowed her brows and glanced at him, finding it somewhat unbelievable. Wasn't he always low-key?
Why was he being so high-profile now?
When they passed by the secretary pool area, they were again assessed from head to toe.
Especially just before entering the door, she could feel a sharp gaze piercing her back as if trying to shoot through her.
Turning her head back, she saw a graceful figure standing there, dressed in a suit that perfectly showcased her curvy figure.
Bai Lan frowned slightly, but she also guessed the person's identity—it should be a secretary appearing here.
She suddenly looked towards Zhou Shengting, but couldn't spot any telltale signs.
However, she could feel the jealousy in the gaze she had just felt.
Could it be one of Zhou Shengting's admirers? Otherwise, why would that look be so filled with sorrow?
