"Give me one."
"No problem, I already gave one to Mr. Qian."
"Haha, so generous? Then I won't stand on ceremony."
"No need to be polite, Mr. Qian. What color do you want? Khaki? Black?"
"Black."
"Got it, I'll bring it to you tomorrow."
"Let's go, let's head over together."
Qian Jun walked in front, followed by two fashionable girls, drawing everyone's attention in the meeting room.
Qian Jun coughed, and everyone immediately pretended to mind their own business, but it was even better to ignore those occasional glances.
After the meeting ended, Qian Jun, being very perceptive, left first. The male colleagues shook their heads, following the director, as appreciating beauty was the female colleagues' trait; they absolutely would not be tainted by decadent thoughts.
"Director Jiang, where's my trench coat?" Pan Xiulan said with a bit of resentment, inadvertently seeing the boots on Song Qingqing's feet, adding to her grievance.
"In my office."