Today at the celebration banquet, Su Ran shed her professional attire, wearing a high-end ready-to-wear piece from Fashion Week. The exquisite tailoring perfectly outlined her figure, showcasing her elegance and nobility to the fullest.
It was a very minimalist design, yet she wore it with an unmatched aura.
"President Su."
"President Su."
Upon seeing her, everyone greeted her, subconsciously making way for her.
Seeing Su Ran, Chu Ling's previously overbearing demeanor suddenly disappeared, her eyes lit up, and her smile almost blinded everyone.
"President Su."
Hearing her gentle voice, everyone else: "..."
Where did your domineering attitude that slaughtered everywhere just go?
How do you suddenly have the look of a meek lamb?
Su Ran raised an eyebrow and smiled, glancing at everyone, "Why is it so lively here, Miss Josie and Mr. Song? What wind brought you two here? Are you also here to attend Qianran International's celebration banquet?"
