The Cherry Blossom, being none the wiser about what the great boss Shi was thinking, naturally held out her hand to her, "Hand me your phone."
Shi Lan passed her phone over and then heard Yan Shixiu continue, "I had a long meeting this afternoon and met with some foreign guests."
Shi Lan watched as he switched her SIM card, feeling somewhat disgruntled. The young missy has become a small-time celebrity and can't even afford to maintain her own image, deprived of pretty clothes and jewelry. Every day she's exhausted to death, and contrasted with the refined Mr. Yan, it's like the difference between the clouds and the mud.
Just look at the man before her, Mr. Yan, with his side-parted hair, gold-rimmed glasses, and a gray-and-white striped suit, exuding both luxury and dominance, he shines like a star wherever he goes.
"Do you need to dress up so handsomely?"
Shi Lan was intently observing the color of Yan Shixiu's lips, which indeed carried the seductive tint of a cherry blossom.
