Three in the afternoon.
At Chang'an Cafe.
This was the city center of An City. Every inch of land here was worth gold. Rich people usually liked to spend their time here.
At this moment, in the private room on the second floor.
2:30 P.M.
Qiao Xin was wearing a suit. She took out a mirror from her bag and looked into it. She carefully tidied her collar, combed her hair, and touched up her makeup. When she was done, she looked at Qiao Yu happily.
"Brother, what do you think of my outfit? Do I look like a mature white-collar worker?" Qiao Xin asked expectantly.
Qiao Yu had been looking at his phone. When he heard Qiao Xin's words, he glanced at her, his eyes filled with gentleness and doting. "Yes, you look good!"
When Qiao Xin heard Qiao Yu's words, she heaved a sigh of relief. She was still a little nervous. "I just hope that we can leave a good impression on the director of Nanshan! I hope they can work with us!"
