Just when a few girls were urging each other, pushing and shoving, to see who would go up and ask for the WeChat contact.
Rong Yan arrived fashionably late.
She wore a baseball cap that covered most of her face. Her outfit was still the same one from the press conference, but it was very casual and not particularly eye-catching. If one had to say what was noticeable, it would be her pair of straight, long, beautiful legs, paired with stilettos and jeans, exuding a unique charm.
She pulled out a chair and sat in front of him, speaking to the man opposite her politely yet distantly, "I'm sorry, there was traffic on the way, so I arrived late."
She glanced at her watch, then looked at him, naturally and composedly, "I only have one hour, has Boss Qin seen enough?"
"Let's order a cup of coffee first. What do you want to drink? Mocha or cappuccino?" he asked while calling over the waiter.
