The encroaching crowd sparked a flash of displeasure in Ji Sang's eyes, and her brows furrowed fiercely. She turned around, looking at the triumphant smile on Zheng Xia's face
and slowly hooked the corners of her mouth into a cold sneer.
"I know you're talking to me; I even nodded and greeted you. What more do you want?"
Ji Sang was several centimeters taller than Zheng Xia. As she spoke, she slightly lowered her eyelids, her eyes devoid of ripples—her indifference seemed to imply that Zheng Xia wasn't even worth her attention.
Zheng Xia hadn't expected the usually silent Ji Sang to be not so easily pushed around.
"Ha, is this how you treat your colleagues? You think you're so great just because you're a special appointee?"
After that, Zheng Xia rolled her eyes.
"Who knows how you got that special appointment anyway?"
Zheng Xia was quite attractive and paid attention to her appearance. She loved to show off on set, so most people at the station were aware of her.
