The girl, who had graduated from the East China University, had fought to stand out between all the male technicians. Her tutor at the Manchester Institute of Technology had loved her so much that he had taught her all his secrets.
One day, she had received a call at the laboratory, taken her mask off and left without looking back. She had packed her luggage immediately and gone to work for the J Clothing laboratory.
The strange girl was sitting before two silent men and studying a pile of samples. Suddenly, she turned off the lamp and took off her glasses. She looked as enchanting as an evil spirit.
Unlike Huang Jiajia's raised phoenix eyes, her dignified thick eyebrows and big eyes were a perfect match for her elegant, flirtatious aura. She always walked and stood slowly, with a subtle charm in her movements.
She was a paradox of danger and innocuity.
