Jia Qing sat in the high-end dressing room and watched as she slowly transformed from an ugly duckling to a white swan under the makeup artist's hands. She was extremely excited.
As long as she could control that old man today, she would have a rich life in the future.
Jia Qing cheered herself on. She had to succeed this time.
With exquisite makeup and an expensive-looking gown, Jia Qing suppressed her excitement and got into the car that Xia Zhen had prepared to drive to the hotel where the banquet was held.
It was only when she walked into the magnificent banquet hall that she truly felt the authenticity of everything.
So this was not a dream. She was a girl from the slums, but she could enter such a luxurious banquet with dignity.
At this moment, there was a commotion in front of the crowd. A noble-looking man appeared at the door, and beside that man stood someone Jia Qing hated, Lu Yan.
