"Hello, Mr. Yuan," she said, extending her hand to him.
The man was none other than Fujiwara Ize.
He watched Mo Ran's slender palm with a shallow smile, a sharp glint briefly flashing in his eyes.
Standing up, Fujiwara Ize took her hand politely, "Hello, Miss Mo Ran. It's a pleasure to meet you."
He didn't say, "It's a pleasure to know you," but "It's a pleasure to meet you." His tone was strange, but Mo Ran didn't think much of it.
After sitting down, Mo Yan took out the collaboration proposal and explained it to Mo Ran.
"This is the plan designed by Mr. Yuan, Ranran, see what you think. I have already reviewed it, and I've also had a lawyer examine it; we haven't found any issues."
Mo Ran nodded, "If there are no problems, then I won't look at it."
After all, she didn't understand these matters.
"Is Mr. Yuan Singaporean Chinese?" she asked him.
