Although the man remained expressionless, she could feel the menace in his eyes.
Gao Han shook his head, "It's nothing."
These were issues he had failed to handle properly, causing his young wife embarrassment. There was no need to continue speaking about them and upsetting her further.
"Number 17."
An interviewee walked out of the meeting room with a look of dejection, and then another interviewee came out and called the next person's number.
Ning Ruixi stood up, took her well-prepared resume, smiled at the man, and walked calmly toward the meeting room.
Along the way, she was met with piercing stares that felt like needles.
But she remained composed, her steps didn't falter in the slightest, and her face wore the most polite smile. That demeanor alone set her above the rest.