The bespectacled boy looked worriedly at Ning Xiaofei, reaching out under the table to gently tug at her sleeve.
Ning Xiaofei knew that the other party was hinting for her not to go against Ji Mo, yet she ignored the gesture.
With things having come to this point, no matter what, she was determined. Before leaving, she was set on fighting for her pride!
Did they all think she was a soft persimmon, easy to squeeze?
Even if she were a soft persimmon, she'd splash them with her juice, letting those who always liked to bully the weak know there's a word called "spine"!
Across the table, the man who had been frowning slightly began to slowly relax and lift his brows.
"As long as you write well, I'll dare to use it! But..." he pushed his chair back and stood up, "if you dare to seek help from others or copy a single word from someone else... then pack your things and leave, this editorial team doesn't need such shameless idiots!"
