Despite some minor hiccups, the press conference was still a resounding success.
After all, the profits brought by the Youth-Preserving Pill were evident, and no one would give up the chance to get rich over such a trivial matter.
After the conference, Su Qingyan prepared a selection of beverages and desserts in the company lobby for the attendees to enjoy.
Chen Fan stayed by Su Qingyan's side, dealing with the many who wanted to chat and make connections.
After seeing off the last group of people who came to talk, Chen Fan let out a long sigh of relief and looked at Su Qingyan, "It turns out that high society life is not as easy as I imagined."
Su Qingyan picked up two cocktails, handed one to Chen Fan, and revealed a hint of weariness in her eyes, "What high society? They're nothing but a bunch of hypocrites."
Chen Fan sensed Su Qingyan's fatigue and changed the subject, "How about my performance today... Are you satisfied?"
