Ningning was clearly on guard against Wen Ran, tossing off a remark neither lightly nor heavily, "Mr. Fu... is rather a perfectionist."
Wen Ran stepped closer to her, "Stop feeding me this fluff, I want to hear the truth."
The other woman tilted her head to meet her gaze, her expression a mix of a smile and non-smile as she spoke, "You're not going to tattle to Mr. Fu, are you?"
Wen Ran firmly stated, "Absolutely not! I have a big problem with him."
"Why? Being Mr. Fu's driver should be okay, shouldn't it?"
"Not at all."
Ningning looked at her uncomprehendingly, "You're just a driver; how could Mr. Fu cause trouble over that?"
Wen Ran sighed, "There's nothing you can't imagine that he can't do. See, he even finds fault in a cup of coffee. The secretaries in the President's office are probably tortured by him on the regular too, aren't they?"