Lin Xuanxuan's company was small, renting just a fifty to sixty square meter office space divided into two rooms. At the moment, there were only two young girls in the outer room who were fairly attractive, though not exceptional beauties.
After exchanging greetings, Lin Xuanxuan headed to the inner room, but Su Weifeng felt that the atmosphere was somewhat odd. The two young girls clearly had something they wanted to say but held back, their expressions unnaturally forced.
In the inner room, there were two desks and various photography equipment strewn about, making it look a bit chaotic. Behind one of the desks sat a girl about Lin Xuanxuan's age. Upon seeing Lin Xuanxuan, she stood up, revealing an awkward smile on her face.
Lin Xuanxuan, oblivious to anything being amiss, said, "Chen Jiajia, why did you urgently call me back? I was discussing venue matters at Century Square."
