I was called a flower on a high mountain... Being a young lady is something that makes others uncomfortable... From her blessed circumstances, she was born with a sense of chosen people, and her noble behavior, which she could not hide, irritated those around her, and before she knew it, she created a state of siege... And the resentment towards such a president's daughter would eventually spread to the men around her father (subordinates), and their rising anger would be sublimated into an act of '●ing', leading to a training session in a hotel... Everyone envies the flower on the high mountain, which blooms in a vulgar way that is unimaginable from its previous appearance, and then withers away... This is the story of what happened to the 'flower on the high mountain'.
