Then her plans to break into the international scene are hopeless.
"Xinyan, have those two not arrived yet?"
Wen Peipei's expression was somewhat ugly, and Su Xinyan also had a worried look on her face.
"They might have been delayed by something, Grandma, don't worry, I'll ask."
As Su Xinyan was about to make a phone call, two figures gradually approached the banquet hall from the entrance.
Su Xinyan's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly went to greet them.
"Chairman Hu, Director Song."
Leading the way was a man in his early forties, dressed in a Western suit and leather shoes, with a refined demeanor. Despite his middle age, his handsome and dashing features remained, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose bridge added an academic aura to him.
This man was none other than the Vice Chairman of the Hua Country Fashion Association—
Hu Jialiang.