The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

The weather has gradually warmed up, and there is no need for too thick down jackets to keep warm, so Sang Ran has more freedom in her dressing style.

She put on full makeup today, wearing a short raccoon fur jacket in dark brown, and a pair of hot pants that showed off her long and straight legs, which she paired with a pair of wide high boots in the same color.

Designers always pay special attention to dressing. Sang Ran has an extraordinary temperament and can attract a lot of attention even in the crowd.

She walked into the lobby of Lemei Entertainment Company very naturally with a folder in her hand.

He kept his eyes straight ahead the whole time and did not show any guilt at all, as if he was just a staff member sent by Alim Company to connect with the artists.

She walked to the front desk, and the woman at the front desk felt that the light was blocked and subconsciously looked up.

She looked Sang Ran up and down, her voice without any emotion: "If you want to interview an artist, you need to register and make an appointment in advance. We will have a specialist contact you."

"You misunderstood." Sang Ran took out the work card he had prepared in advance, "I am the person in charge of Alim. We have some problems with the project here and need to discuss with Miss Sun Yi."

The receptionist raised her head again after hearing this, and glanced at Sang Ran from head to toe. Then she picked up her work badge suspiciously and compared it carefully with Sang Ran's.

Sang Ran let her look at him calmly.

In this case, as long as you don't feel guilty, you've already won half the battle.

The woman didn't seem to notice anything unusual. She returned the work badge to Sang Ran and threw out a registration form: "Fill in your information on it, and go directly to the 6th floor to find Sun Yi's assistant."

Sang Ran nodded obediently.

She filled in her personal information. Generally, no one would check this kind of information, so Sang Ran was not worried about being exposed here.

After she signed, she raised her head and met the woman's still scrutinizing gaze.

The woman was frowning, as if trying hard to recall something.

Sang Ran felt something was wrong, so she quickly picked up her work badge and walked inside, trying her best to avoid the woman's gaze.

It was not until she entered the elevator that Sang Ran let out a breath. She was not nervous at first, but she felt a little scared being stared at by that woman.

It wasn't until a minute or two after her figure completely disappeared that the woman at the front desk seemed to suddenly remember something.

He quickly picked up the landline phone in front of him and dialed.

Sang Ran quickly reached the sixth floor. This company’s system was very complete.

It may also be because Sun Yi is a big star. As soon as you get out of the elevator, there is a corridor, and hanging on the corridor are all photos of a woman with outstanding looks and charming temperament.

There was a signature on it. Sang Ran took a quick look and saw it was Sun Yi.

She walked to the innermost part and knocked on the glass door symbolically.

A short-haired girl in casual clothes opened the door. She looked puzzled and said, "Hello, who are you?"

Just as Sang Ran was about to introduce himself, the phone rang in the room.

"Please wait a moment." The short-haired girl left the door open and turned back to answer the phone.

As she listened to the instructions from the front desk clerk on the other end of the phone, her gaze on Sang Ran gradually became complicated.

A few minutes later, the call was disconnected and the girl returned to the door. Her attitude was not as sharp as the woman at the front desk, but she was also businesslike: "Hello, are you the contact person for Alim Company?"

Sang Ran nodded calmly on the surface, but his heart was beating fast.

Logically, she didn't know anyone from the media company, but why did these people look at her so strangely?

The short-haired girl said politely, "I'm sorry, there was a designer who looked very similar to you on the trending search a while ago, and I remember that Alim didn't have a design position, so I need to confirm your identity again."

She vaguely suggested that she already knew Sang Ran's identity, just to save face for Sang Ran.

Sang Ran immediately understood that these people worked in a media company and would hardly miss any information on the Internet.

The incident some time ago caused a lot of controversy, and Sun Yi had specifically instructed that she should not be the chief designer, so it was normal for them to notice it.

But Sang Ran didn't want to give up the opportunity that he had fought so hard for.

Now that her identity has been revealed, she can no longer do whatever she wants under the title of Alim.

Sang Ran hid all her emotions while thinking, and she still smiled calmly:

"I did come here because of Alim's relationship, but I am a designer from Only Design, which is connected to their company."

She looked calm and composed, and the little girl opposite her actually trusted her words a little more.

But the company had clear requirements, so she smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, Miss Sang, we are not a direct cooperative company and we can't help you make an appointment to meet Miss Sun Yi."

Sang Ran was not surprised at all when she said that.

Unfortunately, Sang Ran has always been stubborn, even paranoid, about her design works, and she couldn't just watch the situation get out of control.

She tried her best to make a final push: "Here are some of my previous design works. You can take a look at them first and then give me an answer."

She could be said to have given it her all. She came here today prepared to be rejected.

Therefore, all previous works were sorted out and printed out in advance. Although they were not works that Angris had already published, their design styles were obvious and there was still a great risk of exposure.

If you are unlucky, you may be suspected to be the designer of Angris.

The short-haired girl took the folder she handed to her and started flipping through it page by page.

She is Sun Yi's assistant, and she often follows the artists to select films and products. Almost all the dresses that the artists wear to attend events must be reviewed by her first.

She has a certain understanding of fashion.

As the girl looked at it, her eyes gradually brightened. From time to time, she looked up at Sang Ran as if she couldn't believe that this was Sang Ran's design work.

"Did you design this?" The girl fixed her hair. Although her attitude was not bad before, she was now particularly respectful. "My name is Xia Ling, you can call me Lingling."

Her late self-introduction left Sang Ran confused, but Xia Ling was obviously interested in her work.

Sang Ran smiled faintly and asked, "If you think my work is okay, can you help me make an appointment to meet Miss Sun Yi?"

The smile on Xia Ling's lips gradually faded.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to, but there is no reason for Sun Yi to take back what she said.

She has made it clear that she does not want to be involved in anything that could have a negative impact.

Xia Ling did not answer Sang Ran's question, and said ambiguously: "How about this, I will mention you more in front of my artist, and we will try to have the opportunity to cooperate next time."

"It's just that Alimu's order..." Xia Ling shook her head regretfully, "There's really nothing we can do."

She handed Sang Ran's portfolio back.

Sang Ran saw her behavior and knew that she was not lying. Although she didn't want to give up, she could only take back the document awkwardly.

With no reason to stay any longer, Sang Ran said goodbye and left.

Like a wilted plum blossom, all the pride in his body was slapped hard in the face by reality.

In this information-rich age, there are new hot searches every day. For bystanders, it is just a joke, or even a few insignificant comments.

But for the parties involved, it is difficult to get rid of it.

Sang Ran took very slow steps, following closely behind the opponent. His left foot was unwilling and his right foot was powerless, leaving silent and traceless imprints on the smooth marble floor.

"Sang Ran?"

Faintly, Sang Ran heard someone calling his name.

She looked back and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure not far away.

Miss Chen saw her looking back, and to confirm that she was not mistaken, she trotted a few steps to catch up with her.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

They both asked the same question in unison.

Miss Chen was the first to react and chuckled, "Didn't I tell you? I'm a makeup artist."