She crossed her arms, exuding an aggressive demeanor.
People in the office heard the commotion, and several nosy male and female colleagues stepped out.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? I warned you earlier! You're the one who kept looking behind you, muttering to yourself and not watching where you were going. How is this my fault?"
Mo Qingning felt both frustrated and furious, glaring with her big, watery eyes.
"Look at your ancient coffee—it spilled all over my clothes, and I haven't even said anything yet. Why is the first thing you do to scold me?"
Mo Qingning lowered her head and examined the coffee stain on her clothing, her delicate brows furrowing.
Several male and female colleagues walked to the doorway and, upon seeing Mo Qingning, displayed various complex expressions.
"Wow! Where did this trendy young lady come from?"
"She's really pretty!"
"Hey hey, do you guys really like women dressed so oddly?"
