Qian Meng gave him a cool look as she passed him and took her seat. As the sound tech adjusted the tiny microphone pinned to her lapel, she gazed at the rear projection screen that showed the name of the show and the Shanghai skyline. The background was blue, making her clothes striking in contrast.
Her nemesis, on the other hand, was wearing a burgundy suit with black lapels and a black tie. His white shirt was nothing to brag about. His suit might have looked flattering on him, but it didn't stand out compared to her.
Her trick had worked, apparently. She had made the right choice. When people watched one person more closely, they heard their words louder. Attention was the key, as she definitely demanded it.
Yun Qian Meng pretended to listen to Su Jin, the host of the show as she gave out last-minute instructions. When Qian Meng looked back at the woman, she saw Su Jin pointing a manicured finger towards a camera that was positioned in front of them.
