Zhou Shuyao was furious when she heard Zhao Meimei mocking Ye Feng for being a 'pretty boy'.
"Who are you calling a pretty boy?"
Zhao Meimei's face was filled with pride when she saw that she had angered her with just one sentence.
"It seems that I was right. Otherwise, why are you so angry? Sigh, Shuyao, we're colleagues after all. Please listen to your sister's advice. We women must learn to wait for the right price and sell ourselves for a good price. If you look down on yourself, how can others cherish you?"
Zhou Shuyao was so angry that she was trembling, and she glared at her.
However, Zhao Meimei had no intention of stopping. She continued to stare at Ye Feng. "Look at this pretty boy you're keeping. Although he's not bad looking, can he be fed with his looks?"
Ye Feng could not help but rub his nose.
This was really a case of the fish in the moat getting caught in fire.
Who had he offended?