"President Zhou?"
Lu Zhu was unexpectedly nervous, treating this dinner party as another assessment.
"It's okay, relax."
Despite these words, Lu Zhu couldn't relax. While Zhou Yiran was surrounded by compliments, several female guests smiled and greeted Lu Zhu.
Their words and tone were intimate, trying to smoothly get her to reveal information to speculate on Lu Zhu's identity.
This was standard procedure; if it were a naive little flower, she might really say a lot and later praise everyone's warmth and friendliness.
But Lu Zhu has always been perceptive of others' emotions, and after spending so much time with the big boss in business, it would be strange if she divulged anything.
As the final dance music started, Zhou Yiran reached for Lu Zhu, and as they stepped into the dance floor, the group of society ladies finally came to their senses.
This girl seemed to have said a lot, but upon closer inspection, she hadn't really said anything at all.
