Jin Ling'er greeted him politely. "President Du."
Du Zheng looked at her, an undetectable fascination flashing across his usually solemn eyes. When he had run into this girl, she had been thrown out of the filming set like a homeless little beggar looking so frail. Now that she had on makeup and was all dressed up in a pale pink floral little formal dress and was standing in front of him gracefully under the autumn sunlight with a pair of virtuous eyes, it was like she had become a different person.
He had seen many beauties and, in all honesty, Jin Ling'er was not especially beautiful.
But maybe because the difference between the two times they had met was too strong, she felt an even deeper impression.
He nodded at Jin Ling'er. "Welcome."
