Compared to the elegance of the Rose, Bai Zhiqing seemed like an angry bird, especially when she saw the Rose and Lu Tianxing being intimate. Her apricot eyes almost spat fire; she lost all the confidence that she normally had in the boardroom. It made sense, though; although Bai Zhiqing was dominant in business, she was just a novice in love, even less than a novice. In her eyes, Lu Tianxing was her husband, hers alone. Seeing the Rose's actions, it was clear she wanted to steal her man, leaving Bai Zhiqing unable to smile.
As the Rose deliberately leaned over, Bai Zhiqing glared at Lu Tianxing, her tone ice-cold, "Miss Rose, I don't know what brings you here today, but if there's nothing important, please leave. My husband is not well and needs to rest."
"Mr. Bai, isn't seeing an old friend important? Don't you agree, Tianxing," said the Rose, glancing at Lu Tianxing.