Songmei Clothing, office area.
It wasn't just the WeChat group that had exploded—the workstations in real life had erupted as well.
A constant buzz of discussion rose one after another.
Small groups huddled together, looking at the photo in the group chat while gasping sharply.
"No, girls, isn't that face and figure way too unfair...?"
"If Secretary Jin comes to work here, who's going to be able to focus? Just looking at her would be enough! She's lethal to both men and women!"
"Her aura is incredible. She looks a little like a celebrity."
"Don't you think... she looks a bit like President Gao?"
"No, doesn't she look even more like that legendary Director Jin from Smiling Holdings? Even their names are so similar—Jin Meisu, Jin Meixiao... Could she be her younger sister?"
"How is that possible? Even if she were Director Jin's sister, she wouldn't have come here to be a secretary, right?"
Like ripples, the discussions spread from the design department to marketing, then from marketing into operations and tech.
Before long, the entire floor had fallen into a peculiar state of excitement.
In the lounge, the pantry, and even the hallway beside the printing area, people had gathered in small groups to whisper among themselves.
The same photo glowed on every phone screen.
Songmei was, after all, a young internet company. Its management was flat, its atmosphere lively, without the suffocating solemnity of traditional corporations.
Everyone was usually quite active in the group chat, and slacking off to gossip now and then was perfectly normal.
But this time, it was simply too explosive.
Yao Lingling opened the refrigerator in the pantry and took out a bottle of lime juice. Looking at the scene before her, she shook her head helplessly.
Well.
Everything she had done earlier had