Chi Xiaoyu slightly curled her lips, puffed out her chest, and swept the room with her sharp eyes.
Yes, she saw it. The female colleagues present all had an unmistakable whiff of gossip in their eyes, all waiting to see a spectacle unfold.
She just couldn't let Qiao An succeed.
"Thank you for your concern, but this matter hasn't been thoroughly investigated yet. The president said that the child isn't his. The innocent are ultimately exonerated, and as time passes, rumors will naturally disperse."
Qiao An chuckled, "Hehe, Chi Xiaoyu, are you really that composed?"
She suddenly drew closer to Chi Xiaoyu and lowered her voice, "Don't pretend, I know you're madly in love with Gong Beiming! This blow to the heart must be very painful, right? In Gong Beiming's world, you're just a passerby. Four years from now, you'll be what I am now..."
Under her sleeve, Chi Xiaoyu's hand trembled slightly.