Chi Yue glared with knitted brows, "Step aside."
Her colleague had been jealous of her for a long time and had finally caught something to hold against her. If not now, when?
"It seems you know nothing. Just this morning, as I was taking a friend to the airport, I saw your wealthy boyfriend taking his ex on a vacation. Tsk, it's only been a few days and he's tired of you already. Could it be that your skills are lacking?"
Chi Yue swung back with a slap.
The sound was resounding.
The woman, covering her face, said in disbelief, "You actually dared to hit me?"
"If you can't control your mouth, you should have anticipated this consequence."
The woman, shaken by Chi Yue's indifferent attitude, trembled with rage, "Chi Yue! Do you know who my father is, and you still hit me?"
"I hit you, not your father. Instead of prying into others' private matters, you might want to focus on improving your own performance."
