Wan Meizhen was clad in a white blouse paired with black skinny pants, her chestnut hair styled into large wavy curls. Her face was adorned with light makeup, complete with a pair of black-framed glasses perched on her nose.
The overall impression was somewhat discordant—too soft to pass for a businesswoman, yet the glasses aged her, contradicting the image of a fresh-faced newcomer on the job scene.
In any case, she gave off a peculiar vibe, with a strong sense of incongruity.
Unluckily, Wan Meizhen also glanced over.
Seeing Wen Meimei come to such a place in clothes that looked like they were bought from a street stall, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes.
The Qiao Group was a Fortune 500 company, and this was its headquarters. This wretch had the audacity to dress like a beggar for this occasion—wasn't she just here to make a fool of herself?
Ha ha, what an excellent opportunity!
