"Director Gu isn't a young lady, what about me, President Song?"
As her statement falls, the sound above grows louder, the tone still colder and gloomier "Am I, a, young, lady?"
The room that was previously filled with laughter at President Song's continuous references to Xia Wan'an as "Missy" suddenly quietens down and all eyes turn towards the figure standing behind Xia Wan'an.
The one laughing loudest is President Song himself. He gazes at Xia Wan'an with contempt and disdain. Even after hearing the voice, he takes a moment to survey the skin peeking out from Xia Wan'an's collar, smirks maliciously and then shifts his gaze upwards. When he finally recognizes the man standing at the back, he freezes in terror, his eyes widen and laughter stuck in his throat place halts abruptly.
His smiling face does not fade away, it only twists and turns into a grotesque expression.
Like a fool, he stares at the individual standing behind Xia Wan'an without any response for a long time.
