This matter, in fact, was anticipated by Yue Qingqing when she was still in the country.
Lu Zhu always felt that Second Brother is a commercial genius, a kind of capitalist that emerges only once in many years.
The kind that you know is a pitfall yet can't help but jump into it.
For someone who considers making money a life belief, becoming a follower—oops, I mean, secretary of Second Brother seems quite natural.
Lu Zhu had just rushed over from the company when everyone was gathering.
Wearing a set of rigid white shirt with a black below-the-knee pencil skirt, her hair was a bit longer than before, just enough to tie up.
As she entered, she heard Jun Feifei shouting.
"Oh, come on, you're a young girl in your prime, dressing up like you're in your thirties, what's the point?"
It's not just the meticulously groomed outfit but also the old-fashioned glasses covering half her face.
Jun Feifei could barely stand it.
