Song Ci smiled and gave Han Zhan a flying kiss with passion and vigor.
Han Zhan was momentarily stunned, before a smile spread across his face.
"Come up," he mouthed.
Song Ci understood him. She twirled the hair by her ear pretentiously, before striding into the building. Seeing Song Ci enter the building, Han Zhan turned around, walked up to the row of manequinns standing by the wall behind him, and chose tonight's suit.
At this moment, a mature male voice with a hint of amusement sounded beside Han Zhan. "Zhanzhan."
Hearing this voice, Han Zhan hurriedly looked up.
Standing in front of Han Zhan was a man who looked to be in his thirties. He was wearing a dark green suit and had exquisitely styled hair that appeared slightly exaggerated. His wheat-colored skin made him look healthy and sexy.
But in reality, he was already over 40 years old.
