"Madam, how could you say that about the President?" Si Ran quickly shook his head, "Our President has always been decisive and strong-willed."
"Oh really?" Qiao Rui snorted lightly, "I didn't notice."
"The President spoils you," Si Ran said with a smile. "Even when you speak of him like this, he never gets angry."
"Does he even have the nerve to get angry?" Qiao Rui shot back. "What I said isn't wrong. Look at him gossiping like that—to think Miss Song was injured and hospitalized, yet instead of making a timely visit and leaving, he lingered around dithering. I was already being very polite."
Si Ran stifled a laugh.
Soon, they reached the elevator doors and waited for the lift.
Pei Liyan and Fang Mo also walked over.
With Fang Mo's bruised and swollen face, he drew a lot of attention. Many people stared at him.
Feeling self-conscious, he could only lower his head, avoiding the gazes.