"Day in and day out, all you think about is sucking up and pleasing others, don't know what you're showing off for!"
Others just joked casually; they don't actually care for that small bit of food. Besides, Nan Jiaojiao brought out a box of pastries and felt embarrassed to take it back to her desk as if everyone else were blind, but someone just couldn't stand her behavior.
As if afraid others couldn't hear, Su Xinying forcefully slammed her pen onto the table.
The peach crisp in Yue Yu's hand almost crumbled in fright; she caught it with her hand, nudged the floor with her toe, pushed her swivel chair backward, and looked over, just in time to see the transparent plastic box beside Su Xinying containing half a pastry.
"Didn't you eat it too?"
Su Xinying glared over in anger, disliked Yue Yu's nosiness, threw the pastry straight into the trashcan, and snorted, "Who cares about these crappy pastries! Even my servants wouldn't eat them!"
