"Absolutely."
Wang Zhuoling rarely bragged, making Ji Anning shake her head with amusement.
After hanging up the phone, she sat down, picked up a fork, speared another piece of fruit, and popped it into her mouth. Leaning back on the sofa, she chewed and paused.
She was still thinking about the endorsement deal with Beautiful City.
She found it incredible. That magical, high-end website had somehow become popular—very impressive indeed.
Last year, her uncle had even mentioned Beautiful City to her, asking if she wanted to take a part-time job there...
'I actually know the owner of Beautiful City...'
Uncle!
Ji Anning's swallowing motion abruptly halted, and she quickly reached for her phone to call Wang Zhuoling again.
"Anning?"
As soon as Wang Zhuoling answered, she immediately asked, "Wang, what's the name of the CEO of Beautiful City?"
"Janlia, what's up?" Wang Zhuoling asked, puzzled.
