It was true what they said—that clothes make the man. At this moment, Daniel Qin was sitting formally in his seat, looking dignified and composed in his black suit, no longer resembling the frivolous playboy he used to be. Yet the first person who came to mind was Owen Cheng. In my eyes, Daniel Qin paled in comparison and was far inferior to him.
Taking a deep breath, I walked steadily forward. The clicking sound of my high heels against the floor echoed clearly in the quiet room.
"Eva Luo?!" Daniel Qin caught sight of me, his face filled with shock as he abruptly stood up.
His reaction drew everyone’s attention, and for a moment, all eyes were focused on us. The man standing next to him quickly reached out and pulled his arm. Daniel Qin came back to his senses and sat down immediately,
