The next day, Shen's Media.
It was afternoon, and the lobby was bustling with people. The girls at the front desk, dressed in uniforms, were busy answering phones and registering visitors.
The revolving glass door slid open, and a glamorous figure walked in with the crisp sound of high heels.
Chen Nian An.
She was wearing a champagne-colored Chanel-style short skirt suit, the latest style of the season. The skirt hem only reached mid-thigh, showing off her long, straight, and well-proportioned legs.
She was wearing a pair of pointed stilettos in the same color, with very thin heels.
Her long, wavy hair was meticulously styled and hung down her shoulders.
Her makeup was bright and glamorous, and her eyes and brows exuded an air of self-righteous arrogance.
She walked straight to the front desk without looking to either side, her posture as proud as a peacock.
The previously noisy hall instantly quieted down.
All eyes were involuntarily drawn to her.
"Miss Chen!" The receptionist recognized her and hurriedly stood up, bowing very low.
Who doesn't know the importance of this eldest daughter of the Shen family?
The Shen family is a large and prosperous family, but this is the current heir, Shen Que, and his own sister.
A true case of "a sister gaining status through her brother".
You should know that ever since Shen Que defeated that former young master and firmly took over the position of heir,
As a result, Shen Nian'an's status in the Shen family rose accordingly, and her mother also gained prestige and became incredibly influential because of her son.
As for the former first wife and her disabled son?
It had long become a taboo subject for the Shen family, a shadow that had almost disappeared.
Where is Lin Shu?
Chen Nian'an spoke, her voice clear and crisp, with a hint of nonchalant arrogance, not even glancing at the person directly.
"She's here, Miss Shen."
"Teacher Lin should be in her private dressing room, or rehearsing...where exactly..."
The receptionist was so nervous that she was incoherent, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Another, slightly older, receptionist quickly came over, asking cautiously, "Ms. Chen, are you looking for Teacher Lin?"
"Would you like us to contact her agent for you first?"
"No need."
Chen Nian'an parted her red lips slightly and uttered two words.
She casually fiddled with the diamond bracelet on her wrist, her fingers painted with nude nail polish, and said casually, "I'll go up myself."
After saying that, she ignored the trembling receptionist and, stepping into her high heels, swayed gracefully towards the president's private VIP elevator.
The high heels clicked crisply and imposingly on the polished marble floor.
You could hear a pin drop in the hall.
Only after the elevator doors closed with a ding and the champagne-colored figure drove away did the crowd dare to speak in hushed tones.
"My God, it really is that young lady from the Shen family." Someone exclaimed in a low voice.
"Why did she come in person? And why did she specifically ask for Lin Shu? Judging from her expression, it doesn't look like a good thing."
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