The receptionist stared in a daze at the father and daughter, too shocked to snap out of what she had just heard.
"Why are you staring like an i***t? Make the call quickly, or do you want to lose your job?" Mr. Smith scolded angrily. He was ill-tempered and only showed deference to those more powerful than himself.
"Who are you?" a cold, emotionless voice asked from behind Rara and Mr. Smith.
Without turning around, Mr. Smith began to curse. "Who is that i***t who lacks etiquette and basic human communication?"
When Rara turned and saw that her father was actually scolding Vandy, her already pale face became even paler, and she didn't dare to breathe loudly.
The receptionist's face creased with a strange expression as he stared at Mr. Smith and then at Vandy.
"Why are you looking at
