Xiong Caiyun was as if struck by lightning, utterly shocked; she turned her head to look at Fan Sirui.
Fan Sirui utterly ignored her, his eyes brimming with affection as he gazed at the camera, while Little Ruizhi cheered jubilantly.
Xiong Caiyun's thoughts were in disarray for two seconds, then several comments rolled by, stinging her heart deeply.
[Little Master has already agreed; Sister Xiong still has an unwilling look on her face. Ah, she always acts like a caring big sister in front of us, so fake.]
[She looks like she really wants to curse someone out, so fierce.]
[Give her a break, guys. She already said she's just a worker worried about her wages getting docked.]
[Not all workers are created equal, okay? Sister Xiong probably earns way more than us.]
Her heartbeat skipped a couple of beats, she put away the shock on her face, and maintained a shallow smile. First, she looked up slightly, gazing towards Yang Yuran sitting in the control room.
