"Because of you, there is no battlefield."
This sentence, ringing out with just the right weight, felt like a heavy blow to Anna's heart.
The girl had no intention of showing off, she was merely... stating a fact.
For a long time.
Anna pursed her lips, adjusted her attitude, and said, "Sorry, I was judging you by my own measure."
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"Miss Ming, the president is currently meeting with an important client in the office. How about you take a seat here?" Anna personally escorted Ming Ge back, leading her to the reception room.
Ming Ge had no objections; she was indeed a sensible girlfriend.
Shasha sat with her legs crossed at the computer desk, her peripheral vision catching sight of Anna leading a girl in a black dress with black-framed glasses on her nose and a face that could only be described as pretty and cute, to the reception room.
Shasha's eyes flicked cunningly; once Anna left, she twisted her slender waist and stood up, following into the reception room.
