One was the nation-sweeping movie queen of the nineties, the other the youngest intellectual TV queen of the new era. In the clash of eras, each had their own aesthetic, garnering no small amount of attention on international runways.
Even Jiang Wei felt certain that this endorsement would be in her bag, but just to be safe, after seeing ES's Weibo post, and waiting till just after nine o'clock—figuring the other party should have arrived at the company by then—she decided to make a call to an acquaintance in FS Group's president's office to confirm.
But, the answer she received was unexpected.
Li Qing pushed the door open just in time to hear a "crash" as things were knocked to the ground.
She quickly looked up, then immediately shut the door.
"Ouch, my dear ancestor, who's upset you now to make you so angry?"
Jiang Wei stood in front of the cabinet, with a pile of scattered cups and sundry small items by her feet.
