Chapitre 767: 389 Tolerance_2

A seat away was Zhou Zhengru, who glanced at Zhao Ninghan. Everyone else was oblivious, but he noticed.

That was not Luo Ziyin's seat; it belonged to Ming Jing.

"Ms. Zhao, take a step back, and the sky will be wide open. Causing a scene won't end well, and it won't look good for your reputation," Zhou Zhengru spoke softly.

Ming Jing was Ming Xin's junior, and Zhou Zhengru wanted to protect her while also avoiding a public conflict.

Zhao Ninghan curled her lips, "Zhou Yingdi, you usually don't meddle in others' business. Why, can't hold back any longer? Seems that Ms. Ming Jing is quite special to you."

Zhou Zhengru frowned, his tone no longer gentle, "Ms. Zhao, I'm saying this for your own good."

"Then, I'd like to thank Zhou Yingdi," Zhao Ninghan sat there, unmoving.

It was bad enough to be overshadowed by Luo Ziyin, but being dominated by an amateur was something Zhao Ninghan couldn't swallow.