Do we know each other, or are we very familiar?
"Excuse me, miss, do you have an appointment?"
She had called Qin Feng when she got out of the car, but the call had not gone through.
"No."
The receptionist's face showed a hint of apology.
"I'm sorry, miss, but without an appointment, I can't let you go upstairs."
Hearing this, the other receptionists exchanged glances, their eyes filled with contempt and disdain.
"The tricks women come up with these days are endless, doing anything to chase after someone. Miss, this is a workplace. If you're here to pursue our president, well… you should get in line!"
Su Ran followed the direction the receptionist was pointing, and only then did she notice that there was a long row of sofas in the corner of the lobby.
And on the sofas, sat an array of women from various countries, judging by their skin color and features.
Her starry eyes narrowed slightly.
"Those women… are they all here for your president?"
The receptionist seemed somewhat helpless.