บท 117: A handsome journalist

'Oh, so you are the Boss of the place?' 

Zhao Hua's intentions for approaching her became clear in Chen Yi mind.

Put in an effort?

What kind of effort?

Be a bootlicker to you?

"You do not need to be apologetic. I am definitely Chen Yi. You only said what was right." Chen Yi's eyes scanned the room, her gaze grazing across each person who made a nasty remark about her. When her eyes returned to Zhao Hua, her imperturbable smile faded, evoking a disconcerted frown from Zhao Hua's.

"And I don't deserve Sister Zhao's concern. I am certain I am self-sufficient against rumors of any sort," Chen Yi's unfazed eyes stuck Zhao Hua strong, the way she looked straight into Zhao Hua's eyes, refusing to submit, proclaiming to retaliate. ", and against all those who initiate said rumors."