Let us go home after finishing work.

When the doors finally parted open, Cheng Liqing gestured in the direction of the elevator. The solicitous manner made Ji Ziming feel more disgusted. "Sir, ma'am, please."

Without another word, he held his woman's hand and walked straight into the elevator. His cold eyes swept across the lobby and made all the women who were looking at him feel infatuated.

"Was he looking at me just then? I feel so blissful. What should I do? What should I do? Should I accept his confession?"

"He was clearly looking at me. Who are you even? Hurry up and go home to take a proper look in the mirror."

"Nonsense! He was clearly looking at me. I am as pretty as a flower—more so than the woman beside him."

"Everyone knows that you're pretty, but are you prettier than I am?"

"Yours is fake, so it naturally won't be as pretty as mine, which is au naturel."

"Even with my fake face, it's a thousand and a million times prettier than the face of a fatso's like you!"