An Yiqing walked through the hall and entered the subsidiary hall on the right, observing the arrangement of the room while admiring the jade in the crystal display cases.
Just when she became engrossed, a somewhat harsh voice suddenly rang out.
"What are you doing? Who are you?!"
An Yiqing frowned, very displeased with this somewhat sharp voice. In the exhibition hall, people always spoke in hushed tones, even when Zhang Yusheng was holding a meeting, it had to be quiet and gentle. Everyone knew this rule. Who on earth was this?
With a frown, An Yiqing looked up coldly at the woman standing before her with an air of superiority.
The woman was about thirty, dressed in a black business suit and wearing pointed high heels. Her hair was done up high, her makeup meticulously applied, her long nails painted in bright red.
She had a lovely face and a very slim figure. But her stern attire combined with the disdain in her eyes made the woman appear rather mean.
