Glancing to the side, her gaze settled on Ji Mo's pain-written handsome face, and Ning Xiaofei's heart ached as she frowned.
"Director Ji?"
Opposite her, Pei Ruoxi sneered coldly.
"For me? It's for himself, isn't it? Now that I'm fired, you can take my place and become the host openly and aboveboard, and he can curry favor with Mu Tianye, can't he? But Ning Xiaofei, don't feel too smug so soon. I'm telling you, all men are the same, just like crows of the world are equally black. Now you're the darling in Mu Tianye's eyes..." Her mouth was saying Ning Xiaofei, but her eyes were slanted at Ji Mo, "but the day he's had enough of playing with you, you'll be nothing more than a discarded, withered flower..."
Smack!
Ji Mo raised his right hand, and a slap exploded on Pei Ruoxi's cheek.
"You..." Pei Ruoxi raised her hand to cover her stinging cheek, "You actually hit me for such a woman, Ji Mo, you..."
