When Mo Feifei arrived at the design institute, she realized the weird gazes others had on her. She remembered when she received first place at the banquet, everyone sincerely congratulated her. It was a world of difference now.
Someone even mumbled out within the crowd. "I am really curious about her background. There must be someone backing her up from behind the scenes."
"You've worked here for a longer time than her but look at her! The moment she came, she became a designer. You've worked for five or six years but still remained as a design assistant." The words seemed funny but contained immense malice.
"She doesn't look like that kind of person. She seemed quite a righteous person!"
"Being righteous have nothing to do with finding a man. Some women look innocent on the surface but in front of men, they become flirts. Don't judge a book by its cover!"
Mo Feifei turned her head around to look at them. This sour tone belonged to Li Meihua.