Yan Feifan felt like he'd been set up, and he wasn't happy about it.
But facing the camera, he still managed a polite, faint smile.
"Mr. Yan, I'm so sorry to take up your precious time."
The flirtatious woman apologized first, then introduced herself. "I'm a self-media creator, Qiaoyan from 'Qiaoyan's View of Binhai'..."
As she spoke, she made a show of batting her eyelashes flirtatiously at Yan Feifan.
Her gesture was tacky and frivolous, but objectively speaking, from Yan Feifan's professional perspective, Qiaoyan's eyes were indeed her most striking feature.
Her almond-shaped eyes held a certain charm as they shimmered.
"And this pretty young lady is Lee Wenwen, who just finished her college entrance exams this year!"
After introducing the young woman, Qiaoyan's voice turned slightly somber.
"When Wenwen came home after her exams, she learned that her father had been diagnosed with an intraspinal tumor four or five months ago."
