Ye Chengze's gaze fell on a stack of documents, landing on a color photo.
The photo was taken secretly, so the image wasn't very high-definition.
But you could still see that the person in the picture was dressed head to toe in designer brands, with heavy makeup on her face and arrogant, domineering brows and eyes.
That kind of spoiled, that kind of willful vibe, as if it seeped straight out from her bones.
Ye Chengze pulled out another photo; this one was also a candid shot.
However, the date seemed to be more recent.
In the photo, Qin Anran was wearing a well-cut professional suit skirt, her makeup was exquisite, and her accessories were simple yet undeniably elegant.
No matter from which angle you looked at her, she was the picture of a poised, impressive female corporate elite.
This photo and the one in the documents were clearly of the same person, yet the aura they gave off was completely different.
