SLAP. Mi Feifei slammed her phone down on the vanity. She sat there, staring at her own twisted reflection in the mirror, but quickly regained her composure.
Zhao Baozhu pushed the door open and entered. "Fei'er, what's wrong? What was that crash?"
Mi Feifei flashed a perfect smile at her reflection and said gently, "It's nothing. Did you bring the files?"
Zhao Baozhu nodded and handed a file folder to Mi Feifei. "This is the file on all of Romance's previous brand ambassadors. They choose someone with a completely different style each time. I've already looked into it, and besides you, three other parties have already been in talks with the person in charge over at Romance."
"Hmm, which three?"
As an agent, she naturally had a clear grasp of the competition when fighting for an endorsement.
Zhao Baozhu listed three names, all of whom were on par with Mi Feifei in terms of popularity.
"Looks like this will be interesting. I haven't had this kind of competition in a long time."
