Wen Zhan entered the elevator and couldn't wait to open the public WeChat account, immediately clicking on the article that Secretary Lee had just been viewing.
It was a soft advertisement.
The beginning was about workplace stuff, then seamlessly transitioned into incorporating an ad, along with a picture.
And the model in the picture was indeed that damn woman!
She was exquisitely made-up, her features bright and clear, her hair curled into big, lazy waves, casually thrown over her shoulder. Just a slight bow of her head or downward glance revealed intellect and elegance with a soft, seductive charm, and her neat, brisk demeanor was complimented by a graceful poise.
She walked along the bustling streets with people coming and going—sometimes laughing exuberantly, sometimes striking a cool aloof pose, sometimes leaning against a wall, sometimes looking off into the distance. No matter the angle, she was enticingly beautiful from every 360-degree perspective.