Lin Yan's shoes were soaked, and her jeans splattered with rainwater, the denim taking on the color of ink.
"Lin Yan, I have the interview materials for today, thank you for accepting me." Lin Yan's smile was somewhat shy.
All her little talents had been devoted to Lu Chenyuan, and she was still uneasy talking to strange men. Her slow-to-warm-up personality needed time to adjust.
Cheng Zhiyu said, "You're pretty, and most men can't resist a beautiful woman. Sales depend on eloquence, and sometimes on looks too. We need a 'vase' like you."
Leaning her head against the car window, the rain and mist blurred her vision. The car was stuck on the ramp to the overpass, the sound of impatient horns honking filled her ears.
She was more aware of her looks than anyone else, just over twenty, with skin so delicate it could be shattered by a puff, and a fair, delicate complexion; a gentle beauty.