The two, caught up in their excitement, didn't lose themselves.
Seeing a customer push the door and enter, they immediately fell silent.
Song Qinghuan walked to the front desk, with a polite and warm smile, asked, "Hello, has the guest for vip room arrived?"
The receptionist on the left flipped through the registry and then replied with a smile: "For the vip room, it's been booked by Manager Zhao of the Times Group. He has arrived."
Leaving a simple "Thank you," Song Qinghuan headed towards the vip room upstairs.
"Xiaoya, the guest in the VIP room isn't Manager Zhao," another receptionist next to Xiaoya said, looking at her in surprise.
"Ah?" Xiaoya was stunned, "Who is in there?"
"It's Master Shi, Manager Zhao gave the room to his boss~~"
Song Qinghuan didn't hear this conversation between the two receptionists, as she had swiftly reached the entrance of the vip room.
She felt a bit anxious, readjusted the hair hanging beside her ears, straightened her business suit, and pulled her lips into the most appropriate smile in front of the mirror.
Only after ensuring that her appearance was a hundred percent perfect, did she push open the door to the vip room.
In the elegantly decorated room, as soon as Song Qinghuan opened the door, she saw a man sitting on a golden high-backed chair.
Black suit, upright posture, royal aura, dim light was cast on his face, it was an extremely handsome face, every feature carved perfectly as if by a master sculptor, so handsome it seemed even Sky Gods would be jealous.
His expression was unflustered, not at all disturbed by Song Qinghuan's entrance, he only glanced over her with a dismissive sneer.
Song Qinghuan knew that his gaze was rather rude.
But still, she held her polite and appropriate smile, saying softly, "Hello Manager Zhao, my name is Song Qinghuan."
Shi Yuhuan glanced at Song Qinghuan casually, then turned his gaze away, his perfectly thin lips still pressed tightly, showing no intent to speak.
Manager Zhao? Song Qinghuan? He seemed to have understood what was going on.
The man's indifference didn't deter Song Qinghuan from pursuing her goal today.
She moved towards Shi Yuhuan, her voice somewhat deliberately pleasing, "I've long heard of Manager Zhao's reputation, I've always hoped to become colleagues with Manager Zhao, I've sent several resumes to your 'Times Group' in the past month, but I haven't received any interview notices, knowing that Manager Zhao would be meeting guests here today, I took the liberty to disturb you, I hope you can forgive me."
After listening to Song Qinghuan's words, Shi Yuhuan slightly lifted his head, looked at her with an indifferent and scrutinizing gaze, "Unspoken rules?"
Saying that, he lightly raised the corner of his mouth with a hint of sarcasm, carelessly said, "You, with no looks nor shape, are you sure you are suitable?"