"Thank you, Mr. President."
"Hm, strive hard and bring her home as soon as possible."
Ah Chuan’s hand trembled, and he accidentally stepped on the accelerator, almost crashing the car into a flower bed next to it.
"Thank you for your encouragement, Mr. President, I will try my best." Facing Jun Mochan’s sharp gaze, Ah Chuan answered weakly.
As the exclusive designer of S.Z, Ye Ranran naturally had to be present when the clothes were produced and the models were shooting.
So, after having breakfast, Ye Ranran greeted the company and headed straight to S.Z.
Today, she wore a black suit with a V-neck chiffon shirt inside, revealing her delicate collarbone.
She was dressed smartly while still looking sexy.
With four bodyguards following her, her medium-length hair curled slightly to her neckline, making her face appear a little round.
There was a trace of sharpness in her eyes, making people dare not underestimate her. The sound of her ten-centimeter heels stepping on the wooden floor made a thumping noise.
It was as if knocking on people’s hearts.
Luo Qi had been waiting for her in the hall. Seeing Ye Ranran’s imposing demeanor, her mouth opened wide, big enough to stuff an egg in it.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, let’s go." Ye Ranran waved her hand in front of her eyes.
"Oh." Luo Qi got up in a daze and followed behind Ye Ranran.
Once they were in the elevator, Luo Qi regained her senses: "Ranran, you’ve transformed into a fairy enchantress today."
This aura, this attitude, was practically that of a domineering female CEO.
"There will be reporters coming today, along with some fashion editors, so I’ve dressed up a bit. Pay attention later on, if you can stay silent, then stay silent." Ye Ranran instructed.
"Yes, I understand." Luo Qi nodded.
When the two arrived, the conference room was already filled with people.
"I’m sorry for being late." Ye Ranran said with an apologetic expression.
"No worries, sit down. We will be starting soon." Director Feng, the new director, spoke.
The other executive director that Ye Ranran had met before was also here, looking away uncomfortably when Ranran looked over.
In front of the media, Ye Ranran showed her clothes, displayed the finished products to the major media, and explained the design concept.
After answering some questions, they started moving towards the photo studio.
The photo studio was in the adjacent building, and Ye Ranran walked together with the two directors towards the elevator.
"Where’s the model?" Ye Ranran asked.
"She’s on her way, should be here in two minutes." Director Feng said.
His expression was serious, but his tone was not aggressive. He was both stringent and gentle, a perfect embodiment of an elite gentleman.
Everyone was walking to the photo studio as it was just five minutes away.
After having walked for five meters, several cars stopped behind them, and Che Hao and Han Yan got out of the car.
Seeing the petite figure in the group of people ahead, Che Hao instinctively called out, "Ranran?"
Ye Ranran turned her head before her foot hit the ground, and before she could see who had called out behind her, she felt a sharp pain in her ankle.
"Ranran." Luo Qi rolled her eyes helplessly and helped Ye Ranran.
Looking at the high heel jammed in the drain cover, Ye Ranran’s mouth twitched. Could she be any stupider?
"Designer Ye, are you alright?" Director Feng asked anxiously.
She was Jun Mochan’s darling. They could afford to offend anyone but her.
"I’m fine. You guys go ahead first. I think I’ll be a while." Ye Ranran smiled perfectly.
"Alright then." Director Feng glanced at Che Hao who was running towards them.
Ye Ranran was in charge of designing the clothes for Che Hao’s new film, Jun Mochan was the investor, and Che Hao had a contract with Huacan.