One was their director, Kevin, the other was around thirty years old, looking refined and aristocratic.
"Mr. Jiu is really too polite, coming all this way for such a trivial matter." Kevin's Hong Kong-Taiwan accent was distinctly recognizable, although Lu Wanwan had heard he was from the Northeast.
Jiu Rong nodded slightly.
His gaze startled when he saw Lu Wanwan, blurting out, "You... you're not..."
"This is our company's new intern. Do you know her, Mr. Jiu?" Kevin asked, puzzled.
Lu Wanwan was just passing by, but now she had to stop, her gaze filled with confusion.
"Ahem..." Jiu Rong realized his gaffe and coughed lightly, "Sorry, I mistook her for someone else. Her profile, just now, was very similar to that of a... relative of mine."
Kevin gave a sycophantic smile, "To be even slightly similar to Mr. Jiu's relative is a great fortune for her."
The corner of Lu Wanwan's mouth twitched, what a sycophant.