Shen Lu was too slow to dodge, and coffee splashed all over her face.
She looked especially disheveled.
Zhou Jiaqi snorted and tore up the check in front of her into tiny pieces, "Ungrateful wretch! Stop pretending to be so high and mighty!"
Shen Lu chuckled lightly, took out a tissue from her bag, and wiped the stains off her face, "Miss Zhou, do you realize how ugly you look right now? If you have the guts, go and make things clear with President Mu. But I guess you don't have the courage, otherwise why would you be going back and forth with me like this. First, you're afraid it will backfire, President Mu doesn't care about these things at all, it's just three million. Furthermore, you're afraid he'll grow even more disgusted with you."
Zhou Jiaqi, her thoughts exposed, became very angry and raised her right hand to slap Shen Lu's face.
