Song Qingyan was a man with high standards at work. Regarding other things — they did not bother him as much!
Yan Qingsi asked with doubt, "Old Qin?"
"Qin Jingzhi."
Yan Qingsi was shocked. "Best Actor Qin, you guys… are friends?"
Song Qingyan laughed. "We've been friends for years."
The assistants came over with water and pocket fans — the conversation between the two ended.
After a short break, Yan Qingsi changed into a cheongsam — it was colored elegantly, and there were plum blossoms drawn on the crescent white dress with ink.
Cheongsam was the best way to show off a woman's elegance. Yan Qingsi had a great body to fit into it — her eyes looked like art, and her gaze was chilling. It matched the chill that was coming off the plum blossoms on her cheongsam.
Even the ones who hated Yan Qingsi thought that she looked good.
