Recording

The president's secretary glanced over and saw Song An walking in from the corner of her eye. She quickly greeted him, "Young Master Song, you're here?"

"Yeah."

Song An casually threw down his watch.

He glanced at Zhao Man and snorted.

The secretary quickly reminded him, "Young Master Song, remember to send the recorded video to the email today!"

Song An replied, "Got it."

He turned to leave.

Zhao Man walked forward and continued to ask the secretary, "Then where do I need to find a professional studio? Will the association provide it?"

"Pfft!"

Song An could not help but sneer. "Country bumpkin! You can't even contact a studio yourself?"

His face was filled with gloat.

He was from the Song family. The Song family knew many people in the entertainment field, so it was naturally very easy to contact a studio.

Zhao Man sneered and was about to say something.

"Shut up!"