Qiao Xiguan was truly beautiful.
Between her smiles and glances, there was a haunting charm that suggested vulgarity, and yet she also appeared ethereal and pure, a paradoxical existence that seemed to possess the stunning allure found only in celestial beings.
"Mr. James isn't good at Chinese, so when he talks to you later, I'll have Yan Xintong by your side to translate. Be sharp and don't make a fool of yourself." Beside her was Gu Yaoqi's somewhat stern voice.
Qiao Xiguan nodded with a smile.
The three of them went straight to Mr. James, the host of the main banquet, a middle-aged man in his forties with a goatee and wearing a formal evening suit.
At this moment, Mr. James was standing with Gu Zihan, who was conversing fluently in English with him, while Yan Xintong stood obediently at Gu Zihan's side, looking very ladylike in a purple evening gown that evening.
