Qiao Ran arrived at the sales department and from a distance saw a group of people huddled together, chatting enthusiastically.
"Miss, are you going to work with us from now on?"
"Being able to see such a beautiful lady every day, we're truly blessed."
"Miss belongs to President Wen, don't harbor any inappropriate thoughts."
"As if we would dare. Just feasting our eyes is bliss enough for us."
"..."
Faced with everyone's warm compliments, Song Wanqing's vanity was immensely satisfied.
"Thank you all for the warm welcome. From now on, we will be colleagues fighting alongside each other. Here, I am not some so-called miss, nor Wen Shimo's fiancée, please just call me Wanqing," Song Wanqing said with a gentle voice, speaking with grace and ease.
Seeing that Song Wanqing, despite being engaged to the number one tycoon of An City, was still so gentle and low-key, modest and courteous, the people around her grew even fonder of her.