Boxiang Building.

Song Hengjue sneezed loudly and frowned.

Which gossip is talking badly about him again?

He then straightened his tie in front of the mirror, turned to Fang Nan, put his fist to his lips, coughed lightly, his ears burning but he pretended to be calm: "How do I look in this outfit today?"

Fang Nan glanced up and looked at the mountain of suits piled up on the sofa next to him, his lips twitching: "...What's the difference between this and what you were wearing just now?"

"How are they different? Look carefully!" Song Hengjue was furious, pointing to the embroidery on the collar. "This one is dark blue, and the previous one was dark green. How are they the same? Don't you have eyes?!"

"Oh right, there's a difference." Fang Nan rolled his eyes inwardly. Did this idiot even know what's been going on in the company lately?

The people below are saying that their boss is like a peacock in heat. Did he not see all the people snickering at him during the morning meeting today?

If this continues, he'll lose all the authority he has left in the company!

Song Hengjue didn't care what he said. After hesitating for a few seconds, she took off her coat and shook her head to herself, "No, no, this looks too mature. What's the difference between me and that cheating man? I need to let that woman see at a glance that I'm younger than that scumbag!"

He made a phone call: "Mo Yao, bring in another batch of clothes. They need to look young, like those worn by celebrities."

"Change it again?!" Mo Yao exclaimed, realizing that the person opposite him was her boss. She laughed and quickly agreed, "I also think this batch is not good enough. Don't worry, I will have the designer make a new batch right away."

Song Hengjue nodded in satisfaction.

Fang Nan, who was standing next to him, couldn't stand it anymore: "I'm not trying to be mean, but it's been days, haven't you been working?"

Song Hengjue ignored him, took out his phone and glanced at it a few times. Not seeing the call he wanted, he pursed his lips and tossed it aside.

At the same time, there was a knock on the door from the outside.

Song Hengjue hurriedly closed the door and hid the mountain of clothes in the lounge, then reverted to his previous dignified demeanor and said in a calm voice, "Come in."

Fang Nan: ...

The secretary entered hesitantly: "Miss Qiao just called, inviting you to discuss a collaboration. What do you think..."

"I don't know him, so I declined." Song Hengjue glanced at the invitation indifferently and casually tossed it onto the table.

Fang Nan clicked his tongue: "With your attitude, you still want someone to go back to their old flame? You can't even remember their rivals."

Song Hengjue's hand suddenly stopped. He finally connected the name with Yang Qingheng's matter. A dark light flashed in his dark eyes. He called out to his secretary who was about to leave: "Wait. Tell her that I'm coming over now. Go and prepare the car for me."