On Monday, Xu Chaomu went to the studio for work, and Tan Cong was already there.
"Sister Chaomu, morning." He stood up.
"You came so early, have a seat, I'll make you some tea. Our studio has a pretty flexible schedule, so not many people are here yet."
"That's great, judging by your personality, I bet they're all pretty easygoing too."
"You've got it right, everyone in our studio is quite easygoing."
Xu Chaomu brewed a pot of tea for Tan Cong, and the two sat face to face, starting to chat about work.
Tan Cong had worked on quite a few advertisements, so he was at ease when Xu Chaomu discussed them.
"Let me take you to see the finished products." Xu Chaomu stood up and led Tan Cong to the second floor, "Your vibe really matches the style of these shirts, and I trust my instincts."
When Xiaobao showed her the photos, she thought Tan Cong's vibe was a perfect mix between a student and a white-collar worker.
