Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"Ah, I haven't introduced myself yet." She stood at the door with a smile in her eyes: "I am entrusted by Mr. Ye to style Miss Qiao. My name is Leng Shan."

There are also three, six or nine levels in their modeling industry.

The most common ones are stylists who style events and ribbon cuttings, followed by stylists who style celebrities and models.

There is another category that is rare and does not often appear in the public eye - stylists like Leng Shan's team who specialize in serving the needs of ladies and ladies in high society.

Rather than looking for connections when a celebrity team stylist wants to borrow a piece of clothing and repay it, he goes through the back door.

They are often guests of major luxury brands. Some A-list celebrities want to borrow some jewelry or dresses and seek connections from them.

Therefore, their status is very high, and they easily refuse to style others, and the price is very expensive, especially for people like Leng Shan who serve Ye Lan.

The day before yesterday, she received a message from Ye Lan, asking her to make a trip today to help people dress up for their birthday party.

Leng Shan looked inside again and saw the man putting down his laptop and standing up from the sofa.

"Ye..." She was startled, then forced herself to calm down and called: "Master Ye."

She is someone who has access to this circle.

But this was the first time for Leng Shan to come into contact with this giant Buddha, or to meet face to face.

She is a professional woman after all. She quickly adjusted her mood and said politely: "Hello, Mr. Ye, we are the ones called by Ms. Ye, and we are here to style Ms. Qiao."

Although the rest of the team didn't know Ye Wangchuan's identity, they held their breath when they saw their boss's attitude and waited honestly for Leng Shan to communicate.

Ye Wangchuan was wearing a black sweater and a white long-sleeved shirt. When he saw them, he only nodded slightly: "Yes."

The attitude is neither good nor bad.

It's just not salty or bland.

Leng Shan breathed a sigh of relief and looked up into the room: "Qiao, where is Miss Qiao?"

"Second floor." Ye Wangchuan picked up his cell phone and went to call Ye Lan. He also told Gu San: "Let them wait here first."

"Okay, Mr. Wang." Gu Sanshumin arranged for Leng Shan's team to wait for them in the reception room at the entrance.

He just arranged for people to sit down when the doorbell rang again.

Gu San rubbed his temples, also confused: "Why are so many people here today?"

He muttered, and went to open the door very honestly.

The situation outside was similar to before. There were also several people. Some were carrying makeup bags, while others had prepared several dresses of complicated styles hanging on hangers.

When I came to the door, I curiously looked inside: "Hello, is this Miss Qiao's house?"

Gu San: "..."

He simply turned sideways and asked others to go in first. After seeing someone of similar appearance come in, he asked, "Who asked you to come here?"

The group of people who came in later bumped into Leng Shan and his group. The two parties looked at each other with embarrassed expressions.

However, among the group of people who came in later, the one who greeted Gu San first reacted faster. He came back to his senses, met Gu San's curious eyes, and said calmly: "Um... we were called here by President Yuan."

He is obedient and can say nice things: "Mr. Yuan said that Miss Qiao might be of use to us...it doesn't matter if she is not, we will come over and take a look."

Mr. Yuan.

That is Yuan Yongqin.

Gu San was already numb, nodded, pointed to the other side and said to him: "Then you wait here. Miss Qiao hasn't gotten up yet, wait until she gets up." (End of Chapter)