Su Yingxue glanced at the little assistant, then turned her gaze back to Zuo Yuqing, speaking slowly and leisurely, "What's the hurry? I'm just chatting with your Sister Yuqing about life, is that not allowed? Your Sister Yuqing hasn't even spoken, what's the rush? Do you have a place to say anything here?"
Her tone was filled with sarcasm, speaking without any courtesy, as if mocking the little assistant's lack of understanding. A smart person could also detect mockery of Zuo Yuqing's incompetence in managing her subordinates from Su Yingxue's tone.
Especially her gaze on Zuo Yuqing had taken on a disdainful coldness.
"You..." The little assistant, with little life experience, didn't know how to refute, her face turning a bit red.
