Another male colleague with darker skin patted Zhang Wu on the shoulder. "Zhang Wu, I'm telling you, don't go messing around. She's not that simple."
The Tall, Thin Man hurried over. "What do you mean?"
The dark-skinned man looked mysterious. "Did you feel the murderous aura around her when she said that just now? It was even stronger than my cousin's."
"You all know what my cousin does. His hands have really been stained with blood."
"Is it really that sinister?" The Tall, Thin Man was somewhat surprised.
Old Liu's cousin was in the military, and he was part of a special forces unit that frequently went on missions.
"It is. Every time I see my cousin, I get that same feeling. Just now, I almost stood up and snapped to attention."
The Tall, Thin Man grew timid at that. "Forget it. We'd better stop bullying that kid from now on."
"With that weak-looking appearance, women probably only want to look at him. When it comes to choosing someone they actually like, they'll still pick men like us, with a manly presence."
Someone's gaze swept over Lu Han's excessively handsome face, and his tone turned sour.
"But that kid attracted the attention of every woman in the company the moment he arrived."
"So what if he attracted them? This isn't school. Looking good isn't enough here."
"Exactly. Once you enter society, a pretty face is useless on its own. What matters most is personal ability, as well as financial means."
After muttering among themselves for a while, the male colleagues temporarily abandoned the idea of teaching Lu Han a proper lesson.
Lu Han silently looked over the documents, but his thoughts were entirely occupied by that strange woman.
After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what