"Are you saying I'm a tomboy? Just look at yourself before saying that about me!"
"What's wrong with me?" Zhou Kemeng was somewhat blustering, yet inwardly uneasy; she hadn't anticipated the existence of a Sheng Ning at the General Union.
Thinking of the photo on the cover of the labor newspaper, she regretted it. If she had known, she never would've stood up for Qianjin.
As soon as Sheng Ning heard Chen Huaying's voice, she was the first one to wriggle out of the car. Then, with the assistance of a pair of large hands reaching out, she effortlessly hopped off the truck.
"Calling you out for having dark skin, and a flat nose!" Sheng Ning's arrival silenced the entire playground.
Countless pairs of eyes stared agape at her, unsure if they were more surprised by her being even prettier in person than in the labor newspaper, or by her sharp tongue.
