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"Miss Song, are you satisfied with my arrangement? "You can rest assured, after joining our company, I will definitely place all of our best resources on your side."

"Thank you, Manager Wang." "Oh right, I heard from Elaine that the publication of the latest season is coming soon. I wonder who will be the final winner?"

"This candidate will be decided by the CEO. Miss Song's conditions are so good, the CEO will most likely choose you, right?"

Song Qinglan became a model under the Fu family, and she even wanted to participate in the Love Lotus speaking event?

The last time she saw Song Qinglan in the Fu Clan, she thought that she was only going to find Fu Zhaoting. He didn't expect that Song Qinglan would enter the Fu Clan as well. Even if they were not in the same department, Song Qinglan would probably have a lot of contact with him after she became a model of the Fu family.

Even though he didn't want to meet Song Qing Lan, he couldn't avoid her even if he wanted to.

When they entered the reception room, Song Qinglan immediately saw Song Wanqing.

A trace of indiscernible hatred flashed in Song Qinglan's eyes. But soon, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"I never thought that the company would actually send my sister here. It seems that I have more opportunities to work with my sister in the future."

"Right, right. Eldest Miss Song, from today onwards, Second Miss Song will be our company's model. Second Miss Song would also be participating in the show that Lotus Love was talking about. I'm sure you two will be able to make us love each other and be liked by more people. "

Manager Wang was tactful and didn't offend anyone with his words. However, Song Wanqing did not care about these things. She was here today mainly to talk about work. Caitlin didn't like people procrastinating at work, so she needed to get the model information as soon as possible.

"Manager Wang, can I trouble you to give me the model's information so that I can report back?"

"Alright, then Miss Song, please wait here for a moment."

Manager Wang went to get the information, but Song Qinglan did not leave.

It was only when Manager Wang left that Song Qinglan stopped smiling.

"Yesterday, my sister left in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to congratulate me. I hope that you will have the chance to give birth to this child."

Although Song Xianqing was not pregnant, but what was she planning to do if Song Qinglan said so suddenly?

"I'll accept your blessings, but as for other things, I don't need you to worry about me."

Song Qing Lan laughed coldly. Her eyes flashed with a trace of ruthlessness.

"Is that so? "Don't think that you can tie up Yan Ting just because you have some tricks up your sleeves. There's always a time when you're going to cry."

Song Wanqing did not say anything. She knew that Song Qinglan was not just saying things.

Fu Yating seemed to be treating her well, but in the end, Song Qinglan still chose to vent her anger on her. The only thing she could do was face him head on. This was because she wasn't willing to admit defeat in front of Song Qinglan.

In the face of Song Wanqing's indifference, Song Qinglan felt as if she had fallen on soft cotton. She really wanted to give Song Wanqing some face. But now was not the time.

Manager Wang returned to the reception room and handed the model information to Song Shuqing, who left without any further questions. Looking at Song Wanqing's back, a vicious scheme spread out from within her heart.

Without realizing it, it was time to get off work. Song Wanqing took the elevator downstairs. Fu Yating didn't arrange for the driver to pick her up, so Song Xianqing took a taxi back to the old house.

The Fu Family Company was quite a distance away from the Fu Mansion, and it would take at least half an hour to get there. Although Song Wanqing didn't work overtime today, the sky was a little dark now.

Leaning back on the seat, Song Wanqing closed her eyes tiredly.

Today, she seemed to be more sleepy than usual. She didn't want to sleep, but her consciousness was slowly fading.