Feng Zhixiao grinned and said, "All the guests have arrived, we can almost start the ribbon-cutting!"
"Has everyone really arrived?" Suddenly, a voice like that of an oriole bird came from behind the crowd. Ye Chen was startled, the voice sounding somewhat familiar. He quickly turned around and saw Ms. Yan wearing a black dress with a large black flower on her chest, perfectly covering the deep ravine between her fullness. Ye Chen exclaimed in surprise, "Ms. Yan!"
"Hmm!" Ms. Yan, walking gracefully like a cat, approached Ye Chen. Behind her followed a flower gardener, carrying a flower basket. Ms. Yan's arrival made everyone's eyes widen, each person seeing Ms. Yan differently. In the eyes of the onlooking citizens, Ms. Yan was a mature, enchanting, and seductive lady; in Ye Chen's eyes, however, she was a woman of different identities. In the eyes of Zhang Yantong, Li Ruo, Secretary Liu, and others, Ms. Yan was a very mysterious woman with powerful connections.
