A balding fat man walked in, accompanied by a glamorous foreign woman wearing glasses and a uniform.
"Yo? President Lin, are you rallying your employees?" The balding fat man glanced around the private room, his gaze finally resting on Lin Xi, he said teasingly.
"What are you doing here?" Seeing the balding fat man, Lin Xi slightly frowned.
She naturally recognized who this person was.
It was Zhang Biao, the president of Yiyang Group!
The woman beside him seemed dressed like a secretary, but in terms of temperament, she didn't look like one at all.
And somehow, she looked vaguely familiar.
"Hehe, of course, I am here for the same reason as President Lin, to participate in this fashion exhibition. We'll be competing on the same stage, so please go easy on us, President Lin," Zhang Biao said with a cheerful smile.
While his mouth spoke of Lin Xi being easy, his eyes did not show the slightest humility.
