This is an intellectual beauty.
Her black, silky hair cascades down freely, with not a strand constrained. Her delicate features resemble electronic synthesis, and her perfect figure is tantalizing.
A pair of light-blue glasses rests on her graceful nose, and her crimson lips curve slightly, carrying a hint of a serene smile.
Her slender, rounded legs wrapped in stockings are topped with a coffee-colored short skirt; her upper body is clad in a suit of the same color, with a white shirt beneath, and her chest rises high, seeming ready to burst open with every step.
Almost all the men present are drawn to her majestic chest, the only one maintaining composure is the CEO of Haoran Company.
He is a middle-aged man in his forties, standing among the staff like a crane in a flock of chickens, with a successful aura emanating unreservedly from him.
