The gathering was filled with design industry experts. Everyone gathered together and chatted merrily.
Fu Ting's arrival did not attract anyone's attention.
After all, to designers, Fu Ting did not have any work in the design industry, so they naturally did not take her seriously.
Ms. Xiang Fei was a very elegant old lady.
She had taken good care of herself. Her white hair was tied up, and there were few wrinkles on her face. She had red lips painted on, and she was wearing a lilac brocade cheongsam. Her figure was very graceful, and it was impossible to tell that she was old enough to be Fu Ting's grandmother.
Fu Ting showed Xiang Fei her business card.
"You're Fu Ting." Xiang Fei looked Fu Ting up and down and said in a lukewarm tone," My husband just called to tell me that you're looking for me for something."
Fu Ting blinked her big, watery eyes and said politely," Hello, Ms. Xiang Fei. Can I talk to you in private?""
