When Xi Xiaye said that, Gu Lingsha was instantly stunned and did not immediately react. She widened her eyes in disbelief and almost snarled. "What did you say? Are you calling me a vase?"
Gu Lingsha's long, shapely brows furrowed into a knot as she subconsciously gripped the document before her.
"I didn't say that. It's not my fault if the shoe fits." A hint of impatient hostility flashed on Xi Xiaye's face, her tone as indifferent as ice.
"Xi Xiaye, you..." Gu Lingsha tightened her grip onto the document in her hand. Her beautiful face could not hide the fury in her heart, yet Xi Xi Xiaye had already pressed the button on the phone as she instructed sourly, "Xiao Mei, come in and see our guest out!"
Then, she turned around without giving Gu Lingsha a second glance.