The sight of her posturing as an inspirational goddess made Wen Meimei feel the urge to ruthlessly crush a flower.
Raising her voice on purpose, she said, "Meizhen, we are good friends, and it's okay if you don't pass the interview. I'll speak to my husband and ask him to open a backdoor for you."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's gaze sharply turned in her direction.
"Who is that girl wearing the stall goods?"
"From her tone, it seems like her husband works at Qiao Group, and she's even good friends with that arrogant woman."
"Actually, that woman has a pretty good aura. I guess she might be from a super-rich family that wears stall goods on purpose to avoid kidnappers and the like. Many wealthy people do this nowadays."
"We're doomed, the arrogant woman knows the wife of a Qiao Group executive. With just a backdoor entry, she can get in. What are we going to do?"
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