As Yun Qingqing helplessly watched Ma Qianmiao lock the door of the cubicle, she was utterly stunned, forgetting to intervene as she should have. It was Ma Qianmiao who broke the silence first.
"I... I can't believe you're like this," she said, her hands shielding herself, and her speech becoming somewhat stuttered.
"W-what kind of person... Secretary Ma, I... I'm into men," Yun Qingqing stammered.
She never expected Ma Qianmiao, who rarely spoke, to act so audaciously, even more so than Sheng Ting.
Without saying a word, Ma Qianmiao simply pulled her into the small cubicle. With her head lowered, Ma Qianmiao spoke softly, almost in a whisper.
"Secretary Yun, you've misunderstood."
"Then, Secretary Ma, why did you pull me in here?" Yun Qingqing's voice was also lowered, fearing that people outside might misunderstand her relationship with Ma Qianmiao.
As if summoning great courage, Ma Qianmiao raised her head and looked at Yun Qingqing.
"I... I have something to tell you."