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But in the next second, An Ning pursed her lips. After finding a seat, which was also the seat farthest away from him, An Ning sat down, turned her face towards Jiang Jia, and began to eat.

But sometimes, it's not as simple as taking things for granted. Just because An Ning doesn't want to think about that much doesn't mean that she can stay out of this matter. Not wanting to argue with her didn't mean that her name wouldn't appear in other people's mouths and others would argue about it, especially with the sudden appearance of Jiang Jia Han, the CEO who normally never appeared in restaurants, and the 'scandal' between him and An Ning recently, making her in a very subtle situation.

Now that it was a rare opportunity, it must have attracted a lot of whispers from the female employees.

He was dressed in a suit and tie. His slightly opened collar revealed his tanned skin, and his handsome face seemed to be that of a beloved child of God.

Just by sitting there, he had caused countless female employees to run wild. Some of them even exaggeratedly took out a variety of make-up mirrors, hoping that the CEO would take a look at them.

Suddenly, a bold and pretty girl came into their line of sight. She was wearing a tight black skirt and high heels, walking slowly with her slender waist in front of Jiang Xiao Han. She asked with a sweet and gentle voice: "Director Jiang, I wonder if I have the honor of dining with you?"

As she asked, she gently ruffled her hair. Her large eyes, adorned with exquisite eye makeup, blinked slightly.

The initially rustling restaurant immediately quietened down. It was as if everyone was watching a good show, waiting to see what An Ning would do, waiting to see how their CEO would respond.

At the same time, that sweet voice reached An Ning's ears. Her chopsticks paused for a second as she continued eating, as if nothing had happened. However, her mood became increasingly heavy and depressing.

Jiang Jia Han withdrew his gaze from An Ning and moved it to the girl in front of him. At the same time, he had also missed An Ning's little trick.

Just a second ago, her gentle eyes immediately turned cold and sharp like an eagle's, causing the girl to feel a little scared. However, she still forced a smile and said, "Director Jiang is eating slowly, but suddenly thought of something urgent and decided not to disturb you."

The girl turned around and fled. The smile on her face dimmed, and she even almost twisted as she walked too quickly.

The restaurant became even quieter because of this dramatic scene.

However, Jiang Jia Han's angry rejection had increased countless points of charm in the hearts of some girls. As they ate, their eyes remained fixed on Jiang Jia Han.

Jiang Jia was very unhappy, and An Ning really seemed to regard his existence as air.

The reason why he had come to the restaurant all of a sudden was not because of her. Instead, it was because of the 'major incident' that had just occurred to him. However, An Ning hadn't even bothered to look at him!

The cold air that a person emits can act as an air conditioner. His gaze was fixated on An Ning, as if he would never give up until he saw a hole in her skin.

No matter how blind the surrounding people were, after watching this play for such a long time, they could tell that Jiang Jia Han was staring at An Ning!

This time, the female colleagues couldn't sit still anymore. There was a series of rustling sounds, but due to Jiang Jia's cold and overbearing aura, they were all carefully whispering to each other, even to the point where they could understand what was going on if they looked each other in the eyes.

An Ning did not know why, but she felt her whole body become uncomfortable. Out of the corner of her eye, she accidentally met Jiang Ying's cold, dark eyes. In an instant, she turned her gaze away.

Could it be that Jiang Xian had been looking at him all along? No wonder she always felt the prickle on her back! In that instant, her heart was in a state of panic, as if the flow of her blood was accelerating. Even An Ning's face was heating up. She really didn't understand why he was looking at her so coldly.

After leaving the restaurant, An Ning went to the washroom. She washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror. An Ning resentfully said, "Ah, An Ning! How could you be so disappointing!"

Wasn't he just looking at her? Was it really necessary for her to have a unstable heartbeat and a hot face?

Taking a deep breath, An Ning tidied herself up and went out to work.

After that experience in the dining hall, An Ning felt that the way people looked at her seemed to have changed.

The corner of her mouth curled into a cold smile. Wasn't this the same principle as worldly wisdom?

She walked towards her desk, but when she saw the scene on her desk, she suddenly ran over in fright. The design script she had placed on the table was actually wet as it lay on the table.

The design drafts were all scrunched up, and one could only vaguely make out the outlines left behind by the black charcoal.

An Ning's hand, which was hanging by her side, gradually clenched into a fist. Her pupils contracted as she felt a surge of anger.

One of her hands slowly picked up the completely unrecognizable design script. An Ning's heart ached. These were two design drafts that she had racked her brains to draw. She had spent so much effort, but now she could no longer use them.

Her eyes were slightly red as she coldly looked at the people around her. They were either chatting with each other or were busy with their own things. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

An Ning suddenly felt that perhaps she was being too kind, resulting in them treating her so unrestrainedly. In the past, she could ignore the words of those who hurt her, but this time, her painstaking efforts were ruined.

"Who is it!" She gritted her teeth.

However, the people around her were still the same, as if they hadn't heard her voice.

An Ning slammed her hand on the table heavily. The sound that came out made them instantly quieten down, and they looked at her with disdain.

A girl said unhappily, "An Ning, you must be sick. If you're sick, quickly go to the hospital. Please don't disturb us here, alright?"

"That's right, what are you doing here? Can't you see that we're chatting? Is there even a trace of tolerance in interrupting them? " The other one agreed.

An Ning's face was tense as her eyes swept over everyone like a lightning cloud.

He then lifted up the design script, which was still dripping with water, and showed it to everyone: "Who did it!"

Seeing An Ning angry over a wet manuscript, someone from the crowd said with disdain, "Tch, isn't it just a manuscript? Who cares?"