As the day of the banquet drew near, the office of the president of the Bao Group was still bustling with activity.
It had already reached Friday afternoon, and many attendees had begun preparing their outfits and makeup.
After all, it was a high-profile banquet, and the opportunities to attend were few.
Moreover, those who were attending were all prominent figures in Beijing, and it was possible to rub shoulders with some powerful people with just a few words exchanged.
Cao Qing knew Wen Wanzhi was overwhelmed, so she brought a team of company stylists to help out, and the office atmosphere gradually became lively.
Only Wen Wanzhi, with her hair piled up into a bun at the back of her head with a pen, was still on the phone, making the final confirmations with the fabric factory.
Cao Qing burst in carrying a box of a gown in a hurry, her vision darkened when she saw Wen Wanzhi.