On a certain man’s desk, there wasn’t any important documents at all, but a large stack of fashion week’s latest designer clothing pictures.
Women’s!
Heavens, Gong Sheng was looking at women’s clothing pictures, and he was looking so seriously, with circles and dots. From Afar, it really looked like he was reading documents.
Uncle Zhang was shocked.
Gongsheng had never done something like this during working hours!
No, it should be said that Gongsheng had never cared about the women’s clothes or appearance before.
He, he, he, wasn’t sick, was he?
Just as Uncle Zhang was in shock, Gongsheng raised his head and threw a stack of pictures to him. “Buy all these styles in size 3-4 and send them to the villa. Also, wear a pair of shoes in size 3-6.”
Clothes 3-4?
Shoes 3-6?
This... was a little like Miss Xiao Qiao’s figure.
Uncle Zhang seemed to have understood something.
