Several minutes later, Li Qiao sat in the spacious and bright CEO's office.
In the resting area diagonally across the sofa, a enchanting woman, who appeared to be around thirty, sat with her long hair reaching her waist, wearing an off-the-shoulder dress and sitting with her legs neatly together, exuding good breeding and an elegant posture.
How enchanting was she?
Even the famous Fire Rose of South Sea, Nan Xin, would probably pale in comparison when set before her.
Coquettish and dazzlingly attractive, these words suited her perfectly.
Li Qiao sipped her tea, enduring the brazen scrutiny from across her with equanimity, as if she saw nothing.
"Shaoyan, who might this be?" the woman asked, her voice sweet but not cloying, the soft and gentle tone could easily make people lower their guard.
So, was this a ruthless and beautiful woman?
Li Qiao lowered her eyes to the teacup in her hands, her eyes brimming with lively interest.