Upon discovering that Rong Yan was only wearing a simple white suit today, she breathed a subtle sigh of relief. But when she took another look at Rong Yan's porcelain-white skin and tall figure, along with the minimalist lady's suit revealing a bit of her delicate waistline, it felt like there was a chill stuck in her chest, tearing at her lungs with every breath.
She forced a smile, insincere and strained, and greeted the newcomer, "Rong Yan."
"Hmm." Rong Yan was originally in the corner by the spiral staircase holding a drink, waiting for people who were still at the company to arrive. She didn't intend to meddle, but upon hearing the commotion here by chance, she saw the woman's hunched-back pleading manner and finally put down her drink to come and intervene.
