"Sorry, Miss, there's no appointment, so President Qian won't see you!" the receptionist said.
An Ning smiled slightly. "I'm President Qian's niece, and of course, I understand this is your duty, so... it's right for you not to let me in. How about this, I'll sit on the sofa and wait for my uncle!"
The receptionist secretly observed An Ning. It was hard to tell whether she was telling the truth or not.
An Ning also secretly observed the receptionist's expression while sitting on the sofa.
The receptionist was clearly staring at her with a difficult-to-explain look, as if wondering whether she was President Qian's niece or his girlfriend?
An Ning had a feeling that this was the case.
The receptionist probably thought An Ning looked fresh without makeup and felt she looked familiar. Then she asked, "Are you really President Qian's niece?"
