Qiao Xia wrinkled her nose, "I'm a bit nervous."
"You weren't nervous last night, what's making you nervous today?" Mu Liang's eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement.
Instantly, Qiao Xia's face flushed red, unable to tell if Mu Liang was referring to the nervousness of last night's banquet, or coming back home. Her feelings became complicated, and she found herself at a loss for words, feeling as though her heart had been filled with honey.
As Qiao Xia entered the office, she indeed became the center of attention, like a person who picks up trash suddenly winning five million, and the news spreading far and wide, with everyone envying her, wishing they could replace her and be that woman adored by thousands.
With someone like Mu Liang, who possessed such talent and allure, and came from such a background, why would he set his sights on Qiao Xia? This was probably the collective thought of the group of women in the office.
