It was clear that Zhou Lan was doing it on purpose, but Han Meijuan, with her savvy, knew exactly what she was up to. "I don't like it, I just think it resembles you."
"If you don't like it, then why keep it?" Zhou Lan muttered softly, so only Su Qiqi heard her say something.
Han Meijuan could only see her mouth moving without hearing what she was saying, "Zhou Lan, you can speak a little louder."
"I wasn't speaking, I was practicing my speech," Zhou Lan pretended to say a few more words without making a sound.
With a slight curve at the corner of her mouth, Han Meijuan showed an expression of contempt from the depths of her eyes, and with that, she entered the elevator without another word.
Zhou Lan froze, then bit her lower lip and followed suit.
Su Qiqi stood in the middle, with Chen Jinhai next to her.
"How's it going with the company?"
Su Qiqi knew which company he was talking about. "I have a meeting this afternoon, I'll discuss the details after the meeting."
