Chapter 548
Zong Che also felt very puzzled, but he couldn't explain anything.

Mo Jinsen didn't say much, and asked someone to check it out.

Zong Che sent a message to Rong Dai and simply told her the matter.

When Rong Dai and Song Xuechun arrived at the private exhibition hall with Mr. Zhan Ji, when she received the news from Zong Che, her eyes became sharper.

Noble Bertram?

This surprised her a bit. If Xin Ziqing really fell in love with such a nobleman, then based on the influence of this family, she might not even be able to enter the selection of Wings of Fashion that day.

After all, strong dragons do not overwhelm local snakes. Although they have complete procedures, so what?

But this result gave her some confidence, at least she didn't gain nothing by doing so.

She was also even more sure that the other party was Kenneth Chu Xin Ziqing's identity, otherwise, would she have been sent across the ocean to China just to be a design director?
She didn't believe this. Xin Ziqing didn't even know how to design, and she wasn't suitable for a career in the workplace.

That means that behind Xin Ziqing there is a person who may be more powerful than the Bertram family, at least the other party can let the Duke's mansion come forward to find people.

After quickly sending a series of messages to Zong Che, she adjusted her phone to silent, and quickly caught up with Zhan Ji and Song Xuechun.

The curator of the private exhibition hall is of mixed race, he is half Chinese, and he is much more fluent in Chinese.

Seeing Zhan Ji appear, he immediately greeted him.

Zhan Ji was in a good mood, smiling all over his face, and introduced Rong Dai to the curator.

The circle is only that big. Although there was a problem with the collection of Hals, it was not reported in the newspaper, but everyone in the circle knew what they should know.

Coupled with Zhan Ji's exaggeration, the name Rong Dai spread in their circle.

"Ms. Rong has admired her name for a long time. This batch of collections are all funded by overseas Chinese. They were jointly auctioned and bought, and returned to the motherland."

The curator was very enthusiastic and took the three of them to see the collection immediately.

The curator had just introduced them enthusiastically and excitedly for a few minutes before being called away by the assistant, who picked up two other people a few minutes later.

One Chinese lady and one local.

When Rong Dai felt a gaze cast on her, she raised her head and looked over.

"Hi, my name is An Feiran."

The woman is elegant and dignified, with a sense of demureness in her bones, just like a lady of every family.

Rong Dai was stunned for a moment, looking at the woman who walked up to her and stretched out her hand, her heart trembled inexplicably, with an inexplicable feeling.

It felt... like she knew this guy a long time ago.

"My name is Rong Dai."

Out of politeness, she also stretched out her hand, with a polite smile on her pretty face.

An Feiran smiled warmly, and there was a natural affinity for her.

Rong Dai has always been disturbed by this kind of emotion, but she saw that An Feiran was able to speak clearly about these collections, and used one set of academic analects with precision.

She had to suppress the absurd thoughts in her mind.

It was already a miracle that she and Xin Ziqing could come here, and even a person like Expert Huang couldn't explain this sign.

It would be too absurd if there were other reborn people, which already violated the laws of nature.

"Ms. Rong seems to be a little absent-minded. Is there something on her mind? Or is it troubled by recent events?"

An Feiran's soft and gentle voice brought Rong Dai back to her thoughts immediately.

"Drink something sweet and you'll feel better."

"I made it myself, and it's very healthy."

An Feiran had a smile on her face, so gentle and friendly, she handed a cup of milk tea to Rong Dai.

(End of this chapter)

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