When Song Weiyin, dressed in sunglasses and a baseball cap with a denim outfit, walked into the office, she didn't bring the kind of stunning impact Shen Qiang imagined, because her outfit was too ordinary, with only three simple colors from head to toe.
White sneakers, white shirt, light blue jeans, denim jacket, and a denim-style baseball cap. So, aside from that impressive figure, the only eye-catching element was the exquisite black lace-like choker on her fair neck.
It gave her an aura, even with sunglasses, that hinted at the rebelliousness of a teenage girl.
"Please, have a seat." Shen Qiang smiled slightly.
Song Weiyin, taking off her sunglasses, smiled at Shen Qiang along with her female assistant, who was also a cultivator, and then sat on the sofa directly facing the desk.
Ke Bizhu poured them some tea.
