Lin Qian left the office and followed the secretary into the reception room.
A young man was sitting on the sofa inside.
Two attendants stood behind him.
"President Wen, this is our company's Vice President Lin Qian. Vice President Lin, this is President Wen Qianhuai of the W. Group, he wants to collaborate with us."
The secretary introduced the two of them.
Lin Qian wore a polite smile on her face and extended her hand towards Wen Qianhuai.
"Hello, President Wen."
"Vice President Lin, is it? It's my first time seeing such a beautiful company's vice president."
Wen Qianhuai shook Lin Qian's hand, his slanted, alluring eyes full of meaning, "How does that saying go? Oh, yes, it's 'Could rely on looks to get by, but insists on relying on talent.'"
Though they were flattering words, Lin Qian looked at the man's slightly effeminate face and felt a layer of goosebumps crawl over her skin.
This man gave her an indescribable feeling.