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She looked at Zhang Xiaolan like she had discovered a new continent, sizing her up non-stop.
Zhang Xiaolan smiled indifferently and didn't offer much of an explanation.
Giving explanations was not her style.
She whispered, "All right, it's getting late, let's rest up. We need to be in good spirits tomorrow morning for the job interviews."
Xu Jiao nodded vigorously, raised her little fists, and pulled them with force, "Yes, we must succeed. I will succeed in becoming the receptionist at Jiu Long, and you will succeed in becoming the sales manager at Jiu Long!"
"I believe that we both will have a promising future."
Several minutes later.
In the bathroom.
Facing the spacious mirror, Zhang Xiaolan slowly released herself from restraint.
She looked at her proud and vibrant reflection in the mirror and smiled slightly.
She took off her black-framed glasses and shook her hair with force twice.
