Zhixi had no choice but to stop in her tracks.
The girl's face wore a polite but guarded smile, and as she stood on her high heels in front of Zhixi, she was just tall enough to look her straight in the eye.
Because of her pregnancy, Zhixi hadn't dared to wear high heels lately, so she hadn't been able to assert dominance over the other woman.
She sighed, "I know your president."
The secretary spoke with a hint of pride, "There are too many people who know the president, I can't let every one of them in, right?"
Zhixi thought about it and patiently explained, "If I can come to this floor, it must mean I have the authority, which should be enough to prove my close relationship with your president, shouldn't it?"
The girl pursed her lips but still shook her head, "Sorry, I still can't let you in."
Zhixi, out of options, reluctantly took out her phone from her coat pocket, getting ready to call He Jingyao, when Adam finally realized something was off.
