Looking at Xia Tian, whose expression had changed.
Both Nan Zhubin and Chonghui felt a peculiar sense of familiarity at this moment.
They could vaguely sense something called "rhythm" being played by Xia Tian.
Her expression and words, at this moment, extended five slender, delicate, fair fingers, grasping the person named Shi Chuxin opposite her.
"You..." Shi Chuxin swallowed, "You... what do you mean?"
"Just as I said, Senior Sister." Xia Tian still retained a form of address, but in the current situation, no one could sense any respect in it, "You have no room for refusal."
"I haven't been here long, and I don't know much about the negotiations you had before." Xia Tian said leisurely, "But I can guess a bit."
"You are now in the human resources department, which is considered a minor management level, yet you want to provide Nan Zhubin and Chonghui with materials to fight against the company. There are essentially two motives—"
