"Who was that woman just now? She startled President Song so much. I haven't seen such a dark face in a long time. It was quite frightening." A woman poked at the goosebumps on her hand, looking in the direction Song Hengjue had left.

"Tsk, judging from that expression, it must be a big collaboration. I'm already busy enough, and now they're trying to get another collaboration. I'm not working overtime anymore!" One of the male secretaries, with dark circles under his eyes, broke down on the spot, cursing and swearing, looking like he wanted to chop Song Hengjue up.

The women exchanged glances, looking at the male secretary as if he were an idiot, their disdain evident in their expressions: "It's an insult that someone with your potato brain could work with us."

His boss's face practically screamed "I'm so angry because I couldn't have my way with him!" This idiot's mind is only on work, work, work. No wonder Song Hengjue hates taking him out to discuss business.

"Hey, that's insulting! We're colleagues, what secrets are you hiding from me? Are you isolating me?" The male secretary felt inexplicably wronged and loudly accused.

However, nobody paid any attention to him.

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"Auntie, are you going to buy it or not? There are people waiting to come and take a look." The saleswoman frowned, her tone somewhat disdainful.

Mu Huihe pinched the frame of her reading glasses with two fingers and placed it back on the bridge of her nose. She moved with difficulty to the corner to make room for them, and gently placed the two cell phones in her hand on the counter: "Miss, it's not that we don't want to buy them, it's just that we haven't specifically researched these kinds of things before. You have to explain the performance and everything to us clearly."

She spoke with a slight southern accent and seemed like an easy-going old lady.

The sales clerk in front of her reached out and snatched the two phones, looking her up and down: "You wouldn't understand even if I explained. Buy it if you want, leave if you don't. Don't block the customers behind you. I can sell several phones a minute here. You've wasted more than ten minutes. Do you want my store to stay open?"

"Isn't introducing products to customers your job? If you can't do this job, what are you doing in this position?" Even Mu Huihe, who was usually very cultured, was angered by her words.

The sales clerk immediately exploded: "Buy it or don't, it's up to you. I don't think you really want to buy anything. You're probably just here to mooch some tea. Get out of here, or I'll have security kick you out."

Mu Huihe was watching her step when she was pushed without warning, causing her to stumble and fall.

Song Hengjue reacted quickly, rushing forward to brace himself against her back: "Be careful."

Mu Huihe, despite her advanced age, was nearly scared to death. It took her a while to catch her breath, and she immediately erupted in fury: "Who is in charge of your work?"

"None of your business." The saleswoman was surprised to be met with such a rebuff and felt a little uneasy; she certainly wasn't going to do as she wished.

Song Hengjue watched all this coldly, his anger, which he had just managed to suppress at the company, flared up again. He glanced at the name tag around her neck and made a phone call.

The manager, who had been completely out of sight just moments before, rushed out like his pants were on fire less than five minutes later. His sweat-soaked collar clung limply to his neck, but he was so focused on bowing and scraping to the man in front of him that he wished he could bury his head under his pants. He was about to speak.

Just as he was about to speak, Song Hengjue held out a hand, indicating that he didn't need to explain: "I said half a year ago that employees must be trained before they can work. Judging from the situation, this is not the first or second time that something like this has happened in your store. A new manager will come to take over from you in a few days."

The manager's heart skipped a beat, but he dared not utter a word in rebuttal, fearing that his career was over today. He obediently said, "Don't worry, I will definitely fire this ignorant salesperson today, and I will take the initiative to apologize to my superiors later."

Song Hengjue glanced at him indifferently, then turned to the old lady beside him and put on a gentle expression: "Our store has not been very hospitable today. Please see which model you like, and we will give you one as compensation."

The manager, startled, tried to redeem himself and approached her enthusiastically: "Ma'am, let me show you our store's most popular styles..."

Seeing that the matter was resolved, Mu Huihe nodded politely to Song Hengjue and, without any hesitation, bought the latest style after comparing the options.

Song Hengjue looked around, then casually glanced at the fire safety equipment inside the store, before turning his car keys towards the outside.

Mu Huihe was outside the door. When she saw him come out, she waved to him and said, "Young man."

"Is there anything else?" Song Hengjue paused in his steps.

Mu Huihe observed him discreetly for a moment, then said with satisfaction, "Thank you so much for earlier, and for the phone from your brand, it's very good."

"I'm glad you like it," Song Hengjue said calmly.

“My grandmother hasn’t made any friends in a long time. It’s fate that we met today. I wonder if we could be friends?” Mu Huihe asked.

“No need…” Song Hengjue subconsciously refused, but his eyes paused after he saw the business card she handed him, and his eyes flickered. “It’s my honor.”

"It's lunchtime, let me invite you to lunch," the old lady said warmly, though she had something on her mind.

The Tang family.

Yang Qingheng finally managed to push open the gate to her house within half an hour. Before she could even step into the yard, the living room door opened with a thud, and Tang Bainian's handsome face appeared behind it. The journey had taken its toll, and he inevitably looked a bit weathered.

He strode over, but Xuanxuan was even faster. With a leap, she landed right on her calf and, as if possessed, bit her trouser leg several times.

"Crazy cat." Yang Qingheng's lips twitched, and she gently threw it to the ground by the scruff of its neck.

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