At dinner.
Jasmine didn't look happy. It didn't seem like a difficult thing, but how could it be so hard for her?
She complained, "How could such a ridiculous thing happen? The general manager's friend thought I was that kind of woman. It's so embarrassing. It's reasonable to get someone else to go this time."
She had some dessert and said, "Maybe I didn't do very well that day, that's why Mr. Zhou wanted to talk to someone else."
Sandy Su lowered her head and had no interest in the dessert, because she didn't like the rich sweet taste. She frowned, and still listened to Jasmine's complaints, and she knew that Mr. Zhou was Iris Zhou.
Whether it was because of the greasy dessert or for what Jasmine said, her brows were knitted.
When she looked up at Jasmine again, she s
