"Minister Han, my name is Qu Pingting. I'm the president of our school's Hanfu Association. Could I get your contact information? I'd like to seek your guidance later..."
"Boss, are we recruiting third-year senior girls?"
Good grief, the venue descended into chaos.
Wang Tianqing, instead of stopping them, simply tapped the table gently. "Alright, let's call it a day for now. Meeting adjourned!"
So, Han Lie was nearly mobbed.
He could ignore strangers, but not his own people.
The key figures in the arts, the etiquette team, the modeling team—every girl presented was so attractive, surrounding him with their fragrant, soft presence. How could he refuse!
Xi Luting clenched her teeth, watching this scene. She pulled out her phone, started recording a video, and sent it to Pan Ge.
"Look at your man, showing off like that! He's clearly enjoying himself so much he's forgotten all about returning home!"
"!!!"
