Wen Changling had just finished serving herself food when she heard Jiahui call her.
"Changling."
Wen Changling carried her tray and sat down beside her.
Apart from Jiahui, two other colleagues from the caring department were also present.
Jiahui asked her, "Are you getting used to the VIP building?"
"Yes, I am."
"Is it exhausting there? Is there a lot of work?"
Wen Changling replied with appropriate answers, "Not tiring, and not much work either."
Jiahui took out her phone to show a photo Ho Ye had sent her. Holding up the screen to Wen Changling, she said, "This is you, right?"
"Hmm," Wen Changling replied, "it's just makeup."
"Don't put yourself down, I'm not blind."
Jiahui leaned in, examining Wen Changling's face closely. The thick lenses of her glasses made her eyes appear smaller, indeed her beauty was veiled by glasses and bangs. Of course, every ugly piece of clothing she wore was also to blame.