The only person in this crew who dares to offend Qu Leqi is Heather.
"What's all the yelling about? It's just a burn, help her rest a bit and she'll be fine!" Qu Leqi glanced downward, utterly unconcerned.
Xiao Wan's eyes were already red-rimmed; she wanted to cry but didn't dare to.
Stars throwing their weight around isn't exactly news. For these low-level crew members, which day doesn't involve swallowing their pride? If you don't want to put up with it, simple—quit.
But those who could afford to quit had long since done so. The ones who stayed behind were the ones who desperately needed this job.
"Forget it… I'm fine…" Xiao Wan could only swallow her grievances.
And right then, Heather returned.
She glanced at the coffee cup on the ground, still with some coffee inside, steam rising from it.
She crouched down, picked it up, then abruptly grabbed Qu Leqi's hand, startling her into a panic: "What… What are you trying to do?!"
