"Qin Tian, how do you think I look in this outfit?"
"Do you see anything that's off? I want to leave a good impression on Director Zhou shortly."
"Is my makeup not too heavy?"
"Isn't the lipstick too red?"
At noon, on the way to the Chinese restaurant Murong Fei had reserved, she kept asking Qin Tian anxiously, seeming quite worried.
While driving his Volkswagen, Qin Tian chuckled and said, "You've seen your share of big scenes, it's just a small meeting, why are you so nervous?"
"Ah, times have changed. Now I am indeed asking for help, and moreover, this is in Beijing; lowering my stance is necessary. I don't know this Zhou Minghong, nor what kind of person he is. I can only cautiously communicate with him later and try to negotiate a cooperation intent to save Murong Group's expenses." Murong Fei sighed as she adjusted her makeup.
Qin Tian then laughed and said, "You're too anxious. Relax, I guess today will end very satisfactorily."
