"This is our clothing design department, which has 53 employees..."
Following Chai Wei's introduction, the three of them walked along the corridor of the office area.
Zhang Jiahong quickly collected her emotions, staring straight at the computer screen while feeling somewhat uneasy.
Tang Song arranged for her to join Huashang Clothing. Could it be that she followed the path of this board assistant?
If that's the case, she owes the other person a favor, making it difficult to help Lingling disparage them in the future.
Just as she was lost in thought, the footsteps suddenly stopped beside her.
Zhang Jiahong's heart skipped a beat, and she sneaked a glance upwards.
Immediately, she saw a pair of bright eyes. Her hand shook with fright, and the touch pen fell from her hand.
It rolled directly to the ground, landing right next to Chai Wei and the others' feet.
Zhang Jiahong gasped softly, picking up the pen while blushing, "Sorry, Leader."
