An Yan gurgled as she rinsed her mouth, placing her pink tooth mug next to Fu Shiyan's blue one.
She guessed, "An Yirou?"
"You really guessed it right! This is the application form she submitted last Friday, only saw it today when they were all sent to me." Su Yue sipped her cappuccino, "Honestly, these few design drafts of hers really do meet our Galaxy's standards."
"Then let's keep her," An Yan said after washing her face. "We wouldn't want her going around claiming Galaxy uses its power to bully people."
Su Yue clicked her tongue, "Hard to deal with—she's the very definition of that. But after last night, there might be gossip about you joining Galaxy."
"I don't care. You can't control what others say—they have their own mouths."
"Or just reveal that you are Galaxy."
