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  Nan Zhi looked at the time after getting out of the elevator. There was only six minutes left before the second interview. She didn’t have much time.

  She walked quickly to the restroom.

  The second interview not only needed to assess professional knowledge, image was also very important.

  Bo Sijing knew this factor very well, so she had deliberately spilled the coffee on her.

  Nan Zhi pursed her lips tightly and dabbed gently at the coffee stains on her clothes with a cold expression. After washing off most of the stains, the water-soaked clothes became transparent and her bra was clearly visible.

  “You’re here for the second interview? Why are your clothes so wet?” a soft voice came from behind her.

  Nan Zhi looked up and saw the a girl standing beside her through the reflection of the mirror. The girl was less than twenty years old, her face was pretty but she seemed hesitant and shy.

  “Do you need a hair dryer?” The girl asked kindly in a low voice, blinking her eyes and looking at Nan Zhi innocently.

  Nan Zhi considered her less-than-desirable state. She did need a hair dryer, even if the clothes could not be fully dried, half-dried would still be better than they were now. It could work.

  “Thank you.”


  “You’re welcome. My name is Xiaoting.” The girl brought Nan Zhi into a dressing room. Before entering the dressing room, Nan Zhi looked at the nameplate on the door frame: Lin Wanyue.

  After Nan Zhi returned from abroad, she had a good understanding of the current situation in the broadcasting station. Lin Wanyue was a top anchorwoman, who was very popular. She had won the Golden Microphone award before and was the pillar of support in the broadcasting station.

  “Xiaoting, is this Senior Lin’s private dressing room? I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go in.”


  “Don’t worry about it. You’re only borrowing a hair dryer. It won’t be any problem.”


  Hearing her words, Nan Zhi entered the dressing room and Xiaoting handed her the hairdryer.

  Halfway through blow drying her clothes, the telltale sound of high-heeled shoes could be heard from outside.

  Xiaoting’s expression changed. “Don’t tell me it’s Sister Lin……?”


  As soon as Nan Zhi put down the hair dryer, the door of the dressing room opened. A woman in a golden suit strode into the room with great vigour, her wavy hair bouncing in luscious curls down her back.

  Seeing Nan Zhi, the woman frowned. “Who is she?”


  Xiaoting lowered her head, her voice fearful, “Sister Lin, she is here for the anchor interview. Her clothes got wet so she came in to borrow the hair dryer.”


  Lin Wanyue snorted. She sat down at the dressing table and said coldly, “There will be a live broadcast at ten o’clock that needs me to host. Help me touch up on my makeup.”


  “Yes, Sister Lin.”


  Nan Zhi stood at one side and politely thanked Lin Wanyue and Xiaoting.

  Lin Wanyue ignored her and Xiaoting nodded with a smile.

  Nan Zhi turned and walked towards the door but after a few steps, she heard Xiaoting’s soft gasp. Nan Zhi turned around and saw Xiaoting being kicoked to the ground by Lin Wanyue’s high-heeled stilettos.

  “Are you really that clumsy and useless? You can’t even touch up my makeup properly.” Lin Wanyue stood up from the chair, taking off an oval diamond ring from her middle finger and handing it to Xiaoting. “I can’t wear a diamond ring during the broadcast. Keep it for me and if you even dare to lose it, just wait and see how I’m would take care of you!”


  Lin Wanyue strutted off proudly in her high heels and did not look at Nan Zhi when she passed her.

  After Lin Wanyue left, Nan Zhi lifted Xiaoting from the ground. “Are you okay?”


  Xiaoting shook her head with a pale face. “My stomach is a little uncomfortable. If you could help me to the chair, thank you.”


  “It’s alright.” Nan Zhi did not expect the elegant and good-natured Lin Wanyue on screen was actually such a fierce and malicious person in private.

  All of a sudden, a scream of joy came from the dressing room next door. “Yaoyao, I’m not seeing it wrong, right, it’s Alvis! My God, why has Alvis come to our broadcasting station? Come and look!”


  Hurried footsteps could be heard outside along with the excited bubbling voice she could vaguely recognize as Bo Sijing. “Yaoyao, after my clothes were torn by Nan Zhi, you called my brother, right? Do you think it was my brother who invited Alvis here? Oh my goodness, the clothes his assistant is holding surely couldn’t be mine, could they?!”