Qiao Jiusheng was shocked.
A woman's intuition is really scary!
The intuition of a female designer is even scarier!
"There are countless similar people. Who do you think I look like, Miss Wei?" Qiao Jiusheng smiled brightly without a hint of hypocrisy or fear.
Stunned, Wei Xin stared at her smile and said, "Your smile looks more like hers."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Jiusheng could not be bothered to smile.
Qi Bufan muttered something in Fang Yusheng's ear. It was unknown what he said, but Fang Yusheng suddenly took a step to the left and leaned close to Qiao Jiusheng. He slowly stretched out his hands and pulled away Qiao Jiusheng's and Wei Xin's hands. Then, he smiled and said to Wei Xin, "Miss Wei, please sit."
Wei Xin shrugged and walked to the sofa. She crossed her legs and sat like a queen.
Qiao Jiusheng was about to sit on the same sofa as Wei Xin's was when Fang Yusheng pulled her to sit on another sofa.
