Chapter 35: This Unlucky Bitter Gourd

  Ning Meng subtly pulled away, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window, then pulled her gaze back. A glance out of the corner of her eye showed that he was frowning, seemingly studying her clothes, his good-looking eyebrows furrowed.

  She looked down and saw that the coarse linen skirt wrapped around her body was covered with a thin layer of dust. Alas, this miserable skirt had been bustling about with her all day, now it looked like an unlucky gourd.

  "What have you been doing all day? Hiding in the warehouse or fixing pipes? How did you get yourself so dirty?" A voice came from beside, flat and toneless, as if someone owed him a million dollars.

  "Hmph, looking down on me? I'm not even willing to go out. After finally finishing my busy work, I can finally sit comfortably in a chair and take a sip of water, but then this happens. But, dare to be angry but not dare to speak."

  "Alas, I'm just a small screw, people wave me around and toss me aside. I jump up and down, how can I not get dirty?..." The soft voice was barely audible, but it clearly reached the ears of those nearby.

  He scowled, seemingly annoyed at something, and grumbled, "Idiot..."

  "...The small universe of Ning Meng was about to explode with a loud bang."

  When the two men were flashing their knives, Ou Yang's assistant, who was driving in front of them, looked calm and collected. However, through the rearview mirror, it could be seen that he raised an eyebrow and curled up the corner of his mouth.

  Ning Meng's eyes rolled around, and he thought for a moment. Then, leaning over, he said in a gentle tone, "Director Guan, take a look at this. The clothes I'm wearing today are really not presentable. How about we consider sending someone else instead?"

  Guan Xian swept a cold glance over, "Thinking of slacking off, huh? Who else would I look for if there was someone else? Do you think I'd find you if there was?"

  "This kind of unscrupulous businessman, no integrity, no upbringing..."

  Ning Meng pouted and shrank back. Want to cry but have no tears. Ah, for the sake of a few grains of rice, I'll bow my head in silence. Silence, silence, if not living forever in silence, then transcending through silence.

  Guan Xian looked at the little woman in front of him, his cheeks puffed up with anger, his delicate eyebrows furrowed together. He probably felt a bit guilty too, so he coughed to cover it up and said, "Ouyang, stop at Ziyun Pavilion ahead, remember to call me back."