Lin Ziyan was well aware of one thing, that when facing Liu Mang, she was prone to losing control.
As the daughter of Lin Changtian, she did possess a bit of slyness.
Usually, she might not say anything about being an icy beauty, but at least she wasn't someone whose emotions easily showed on her face.
Yet, when facing Liu Mang, all of Lin Ziyan's slyness was futile; she got easily angered.
Although this was her office, her turf, she still couldn't outtalk Liu Mang. She simply ignored him and went on to mark papers on her own.
Liu Mang just sat on the couch, watching her wordlessly, silently observing Lin Ziyan.
Lin Ziyan held a pen, scribbling on each paper, marking them right or wrong, then calculating the scores, doing it all very seriously.
There were many beautiful people, but few women with the beauty of Lin Ziyan.
It wasn't just beauty; her figure was also enviable.
