Zhou Ah Ming and Feng Xinying stepped in the office. They smiled at Bi Yu but were greeted with very knitted brows. "Please sit down," said Bi Yu rudely pointing towards the chairs without answering to their greetings.
"Miss Bi Yu, this is Miss Feng Xinying as I had mentioned earlier on the phone, and we have come to you with very hopes since your agency is the top most in the world of entertainment. I am her secretary Zhou Ah Ming."
Bi Yu didn't look at them and instead picked her phone to show that they were not important to her. She started browsing through her emails. The two of them waited patiently for more than ten minutes before Bi Yu spoke to them. "I can offer you the contract but you are a newcomer and you have no other credentials apart from being a model previously. We have a beeline of people waiting to sign a contract with our agency."
Bi Yu: You are so arrogant. Why don't you sit at home and stay there?
FX: Why don't you slip into something comfortable?
Bi Yu: Slip into what?
FX: Something more comfortable like coma.