Sister Tong didn't like Ming Yao's bright yet coldly charming appearance, which screamed nothing but a pretty vase, empty of any understanding of design.
Even in professional attire, she managed to exude a bewitchingly eerie aura.
Ming Yao hooked the corner of her lips with a careless smile, but she didn't say anything and walked toward the office.
Seeing that Ming Yao disregarded her words, Sister Tong's face was filled with displeasure, "I'm the manager here, don't you understand what I'm saying?"
Ming Yao turned back to look at Sister Tong, "I'm the person in charge here."
"Ha, you're the person in charge, then I might as well be the chairman," Sister Tong was about to call security to kick Ming Yao out when the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor arose.
From a distance, several figures approached.
Understanding who was coming, Sister Tong saw Ming Wan and several senior executives from the Ming Corporation arriving.