"Miss Qiao, would you like coffee, tea, or perhaps juice?" Wu Kang asked.
"Coffee!" Qiao Peitian said decisively and efficiently.
Wu Kang immediately went to make it: "Okay!"
At this moment, Bei Ran stood up and faced Qiao Peitian.
In Bei Ran's view, Qiao Peitian had a simple yet extremely competent air about her, her short hair making her look even more crisp and resolute. She spoke without beating around the bush. Could such a woman really organize a wedding banquet for her fiancé and another woman?
"Miss Qiao, please take a seat. I am Bei Ran, the chief coordinator for this wedding," Bei Ran introduced herself. "If you have any questions regarding the wedding, feel free to ask me."
Qiao Peitian was also sizing up Bei Ran, "It's rumored that Miss Bei is beautiful and capable. No one in your entire wedding company dared to take on my case, but Miss Bei, you truly stand out from the rest."
Bei Ran smiled slightly: "My colleagues were merely worried that this was all a farce!"
