Every announcer and host in the broadcasting company wanted to be the company's pillar, the top female announcer.
However, no one would say it out so provocatively like An Xiaolin did.
Nan Zhi stared at An Xiaolin, who was full of confidence. Her lips curled up slightly, "You're indeed someone who has mingled closely with Nan Yao. Your ignorant, yet arrogant words are quite like her."
Anger flared in An Xiaolin's eyes and she lifted her arm, wanting to slap Nan Zhi, though Nan Zhi quickly caught An Xiaolin's wrist. Tightening her hold on An Xiaolin's wrist, the latter immediately felt a sharp pain in her bones.
Although Nan Zhi was not a match against men who knew how to fight, like Mu Sihan or Qiao Yanze, it was effortless for her to deal with weak girls who had no strength at all.