Sister Hua's tone had a bit of fluctuation, her expression was utterly helpless.
The photographer shook his head with a pale face, "I also can't understand her thoughts. President An was just in a meeting, she said she would come right after it was over."
President An, who has so much to handle daily, personally coming to the studio is, of course, a splendid thing.
However, Sister Hua couldn't find joy in it, the odds are she's here to stir things up.
Just as she was thinking, the sound of high heels tapping rhythmically on the floor came through.
The moment the sound echoed, the originally noisy studio quieted down considerably, leaving only the guidance of the long-haired photographer.
Everyone's gaze simultaneously shifted to the door.
Click-clack.
As the high heel sound got louder, a city beauty in crystal high heels walked in.
She was wearing a uniform unique to city beauties, her legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, appearing exceptionally long and delicate.
