Among all those glass-wearing losers, there was a cool girl with fair skin and long black hair. She attracted his attention immediately.
She’s so beautiful! Qian Caiwang glanced at his Korean girlfriend, who kept complaining about the boring conference. Suddenly, he felt depressed. After her cosmetic surgery, her face looks worse.
Qian looked at the goddess again and saw that she was in the corridor, away from her group.
It's a wonderful chance! I’m going!
He pushed the hands locked on his arm away. "Wait a minute." Then he rushed out of the office.
After taking a few steps, he found the girl looking at the scene outside attentively, her arms folded over her chest.
The perfect opportunity!
Qian fixed his tie and walked towards her with the steadiest steps he had ever taken in his life. He tried to chat with Cong Nianwei in an unnatural manner.
"Hello?"
No response.
