Her fingernails were cut extremely short, and the ballpoint pen marks on her fingertips from last night's contract change were still there. But when she raised her hand to take the glass of champagne on the sommelier's tray, her wrist bones turned slightly and her little finger was slightly raised. Her posture was still dignified and dignified that had been engraved into her bones by the Shen family in Beijing for seventeen years.
"Sister Qiao!" Zhou Yan squeezed through the crowd, with sweat on his forehead and a tight voice, "Director Lin said... That resources need to be re-evaluated?"
Before he finished speaking, a soft voice came close to his ear: "Qiao Nan? What a coincidence."
Lin Wanrou is here.
