Si Fuqing's eyes conveyed a calm confidence.
Sitting relaxed in her chair, she exuded an imposing aura that momentarily stunned Pei Xu, leaving him speechless with a momentary mental blank.
A few seconds later, he regained his composure, his annoyance flaring: "You're a Si, not a Pei. What right do you have to attend a Pei Corporation meeting?"
Other attendees at the conference table also turned their attention to Si Fuqing, their gazes filled with curiosity and admiration.
After all, Si Fuqing's beauty was undeniable.
"So, you're Si Fuqing," the elder known as Uncle Qi said sharply. "We clearly remember your statements online."
"Predicting the fall of the Pei Corporation within five days, and now showing up at this moment, are you here to gloat?"
He was well aware of some of Si Fuqing's past — adopted by the Zuo family, a small-time actress with no education, a mere pretty face.
