Even if there's intent, there's no power.
Now Qianran International has chosen LG, and to say there's no personal element, even Ling Qingan doesn't believe it.
She might seem heartless, but she's not entirely without feelings.
"Aren't you afraid LG will steal Queen's spotlight?"
Su Ran heard this, let out a light laugh, released her hand, leaned against the window, and spoke frankly.
"LG doesn't have that capability yet."
Ling Qingan had a black line across her face, "Your words are really sharp."
Su Ran raised an eyebrow, then looked straight at her.
"So, do you want to go to Paris Fashion Week with me this time?"
Ling Qingan said nothing, and Su Ran continued:
"Don't you want to see LG take the international stage with your own eyes?"
Ling Qingan's eyes flickered, without any hesitation.
"Alright."
"Mm."
Su Ran responded softly.
