"Not bad!"
Chen Yan was wearing a pair of pink, rabbit cartoon slippers that clashed with her designer business suit.
But that did nothing to diminish her presence.
It was as if she had a switch on her body that could flip into work mode at any moment; her gaze hardened, and instantly, her aura was fully unleashed, with an overwhelming sense of oppression.
As soon as the music stopped, Lin Zhenzhen finished her dance routine. Chen Yan clapped three times, neither lightly nor heavily, her face revealing a faint, faint look of satisfaction.
"It could still be better. You're too skinny right now, lacking a sense of power in your dance. Over the next three months, you need to take care of your body, work out more, and gain at least ten pounds. I'll arrange a nutritionist and a fitness coach for you."
"Ok," Lin Zhenzhen nodded obediently.
