Zong Che also felt very puzzled, but he also had no way to explain anything.
Mo Jinsen didn't say much, and asked someone to follow him to investigate.
Zong Che sent a message to Rong Dai and briefly told her what had happened.
Rong Dai and Song Xuechun had just arrived at the private exhibition hall with Zhan Ji when they received Zong Che's message. Her eyes sharpened a lot.
The Bertelen aristocrat?
This surprised her a bit. If Xin Ziqing really got involved with such an aristocrat, with this family's influence, she might not even get through the door for the selection of The Wing of Fashion that day.
After all, a strong dragon can't suppress a local snake. Although they had complete procedures, what about it?
But this result gave her some confidence. At least it wasn't all for nothing.
She was also more certain that the other party must know Xin Ziqing's identity. Otherwise, why would they let her travel all the way to China just to be a design director?
She didn't believe that. Xin Ziqing couldn't even design, and she herself was not suitable for struggling in the workplace.
That meant there must be someone perhaps more powerful than the Bertelen family behind Xin Ziqing, at least someone who could get the Duke Residence to bail her out.
After quickly sending Zong Che a series of messages, she muted her phone and hurried to catch up with Zhan Ji and Song Xuechun.
The curator of the private exhibition hall was a mixed-race, half Chinese. He spoke much more fluent Chinese.
When he saw Zhan Ji appear, he immediately came up to greet them.
Zhan Ji was in a very good mood, smiling, and introduced Rong Dai to the curator.
The circle was so small. Although the problem with Huo Ersi’s collection was not reported, people in the circle who should know already knew.
Plus Zhan Ji's rendering, Rong Dai's name had also spread in their circle.
"I have long admired Ms. Rong. This batch of collections was bought by overseas Chinese capitalists and donated back to the motherland."
The curator was very enthusiastic and immediately took the three to see the collections.
The curator had just enthusiastically introduced them for a few minutes when his assistant called him away. A few minutes later, he brought two other people over.
One was a Chinese woman and the other was a local.
When Rong Dai felt gazes falling on her, she looked up.
"Hello, my name is An Feiran."
The woman was elegant and graceful, with an innate gentleness, just like a young lady from a big family.
Rong Dai was stunned for a moment, looking at the woman walking up to her and holding out her hand. Her heart trembled inexplicably, with a feeling that was hard to describe.
This feeling... was as if she had known this person for a very long time.
"My name is Rong Dai."
Out of courtesy, she also extended her hand with a polite smile on her pretty face.
An Feiran smiled warmly. She naturally exuded an affinity.
Rong Dai's mind that had been disturbed was able to calm down. But she saw An Feiran talk knowledgeably about these collections, citing academic theories accurately one after another.
She had to suppress the absurd thoughts in her mind.
It was already a miracle that she and Xin Ziqing could come here. Even experts like Huang could not explain this phenomenon.
If there were really other reincarnators, it would be too absurd, which would violate natural laws.
"Miss Rong seems a little absent-minded. Do you have something on your mind? Or are you troubled by recent events?"
An Feiran's soft and gentle voice pulled Rong Dai's thoughts back immediately.
"Drinking something sweet improves your mood."
"This is my own concoction, very healthy."
An Feiran had a smile on her face, she was so gentle and friendly as she handed Rong Dai a cup of milk tea.
