What goes around, comes around

Ling Qingyu's giggles stopped the mess and attracted everyone's attention. "Sister Zhao, please no need to drive them away; I'm fine."

Zhao Xiurong and the rest of the girls didn't speak but their eyes said everything.

Whoever believed her words would be a fool? Didn't everyone hear Ling Qingyu snap at her father, not very long ago?

"Thank you, this little sister for your help," Ling Qingyu comforted the female staff who volunteered to help her carry the lunch.

"No, thanks. President Ling." The girl was shy as she replied. 

Ling Qingyu didn't see her behavior as boot-licking, because she could read people's minds. She reckoned it might be her innate talent.

The female staff leaned more toward admiration than wanting to get closer to her. She was glad, she could help with something for Ling Qingyu.