"Your taste is really low, truly disappointing," Mo Ang said disdainfully.
An Ning raised her eyebrows. "Low taste? I can't understand what you mean by that."
"This Manager Zhu... is he really worth your unwavering loyalty?" he asked.
An Ning was infuriated by the contempt in his eyes. How could this person casually look down on someone and slander them? "I think Manager Zhu is great, and there's absolutely nothing about him that's worthy of your disdain."
Mo Ang nodded, speaking without any pretense. "I do indeed look down on him."
