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Qiao Anran took a taxi and got off at the entrance.
Coincidentally, she had missed the rush hour, so she walked straight into the hall.
The service ladies who were standing at the front desk looked at the woman who had come in. After carefully identifying her for a long time, they finally realized that this woman was actually the Chief Qiao of the company.
However, this horrifying hairstyle was simply blinding them...
A young girl with a baby-faced face looked at a few girls with heavy makeup and asked in surprise," Tell me, what kind of style is Chief Qiao today?" "That's too strange. Could it be that my understanding of fashion is different?"
"It's not that your understanding of fashion is biased. Do n' t you think Chief Qiao's been beaten up like this?"
"Do you think so too? "
