Anyway, Mr. Nalan had never seen what Qin Xin originally looked like.
The face was about eighty to ninety percent similar; that was enough.
The only bug was that Lan Qingxin had long hair, while she had short hair. To cover this up, she hastily found a baseball cap, ignoring its color and style, tucked her long hair inside, and went out.
Qin Xin tidied up the loose strands of hair at her temples, lifted her chin, and knocked on the door of the CEO's office.
"Enter."
The man's deep voice was decisive and filled with magnetism.
"Sit."
She hadn't even reached his side when he already gestured, pointing to the sofa across the dark rosewood desk. His tone carried the kind of certainty and irrefutability that comes only from long-standing authority.
Interesting, this Mr. Nalan spoke even less than she did.
Qin Xin sat down openly and freely.
She raised her eyes, scrutinizing the man.
