Two people were still waiting outside.
Time was slipping away bit by bit.
It almost had been half an hour when Tang Zhong pulled out his Nokia, glanced at the time, and suddenly his face contorted; it had been so long, and there was still no sign of anyone.
When he turned to look at Wu Xiaoyu, he noticed that her complexion had changed, severely sunburned.
"Are you alright!" Tang Zhong asked worriedly.
After all, Wu Xiaoyu was his colleague at L'Oreal International!
Wu Xiaoyu's face was embarrassed, and she blinked her eyes and gestured with her hand, "It's nothing... I'm fine, let's wait!"
"Just waiting blindly isn't a solution, maybe we should call the 'black silk girl' to confirm!" Tang Zhong suggested.
"No, in our PR business, we can't just question people randomly. The master must be stuck in traffic, let's just wait!" Wu Xiaoyu answered.
