A hand is not raised against a smiling face. Lu Xiaojiu gave a slight smile and brushed her palm against hers, "Hello."
"Which department are you from?" Xie La asked.
Lu Xiaojiu frowned at her. She had always been a straightforward person since she was young, but over the years, her edges had been smoothed out cleanly, showing no emotion. With a gentle look, she resembled a little white flower, "Lu Bai's special assistant."
"When did Mr. Lu recruit a special assistant? I haven't heard about it." Xie La looked at her with poise and grace, not considering Lu Xiaojiu to be a threat. Westerners see Easterners differently, finding Lu Xiaojiu's delicate features with soft contours rather ordinary and featureless. Although Lu Xiaojiu was tall, she was quite slim, with an almost malnourished slender frame, which seemed unappealing to Xie La, as Westerners favored a more voluptuous figure.
