The beautiful eyes carried a trace of resentment as Ji Manman abruptly opened her mouth: "Sister Sun."
"Yes, young lady, what is it?"
Sitting in front of the computer, Sister Sun waited nervously for instructions. She didn't look much older than Ji Manman, but there was an enormous difference in their appearance, a gap so big it directly defined their vastly different social statuses.
Ji Manman smiled slightly—a simple and endearing smile that easily won people over, allowing them to overlook her inherently unpleasant personality.
"I'm not feeling well right now. I want to go to the hospital on Jiangning Road for a check-up. Can you drive me there?"
Sister Sun trembled all over, her face ashen.
It was clear that this young lady had overheard every word of the conversation earlier. Now she was feigning an innocent request just to make things difficult for her.
