In a highly exclusive private club, Wei Anjing strode into the private room wearing a bold red dress, her face adorned with vintage sunglasses, crimson lips radiating arrogance. Catching sight of Song Qingge, who had arrived earlier, she removed her sunglasses. "Oh, you got here even earlier than me."
Song Qingge held a cigarette between her fingers, her slender white hand looking even more exquisite and delicate under the light. She exhaled a thin trail of smoke slowly, "President Wei is a busy woman, naturally unlike someone like me with plenty of spare time."
Wei Anjing sat on the sofa opposite her, ignoring the sarcasm. Before now, they had been outright rivals, each despising the sight of the other.
Now, they were begrudgingly cooperating for mutual benefit.
"How did it go? Did your plan succeed?" Wei Anjing crossed her legs, her fair and long legs swinging slightly, drawing attention.
