In the office, a handsome man around thirty sat opposite Jiang Jingheng.
He leaned against the back of the chair, crossing his legs with a nonchalant air.
"I say, Young Master Jiang, who ticked you off this morning? You look so stern, it's frightening."
Jiang Jingheng didn't respond, handing him the documents by his side.
Song Cheng'an glanced at him, "What's this?"
He sat up straight, took the documents, and began to look through them.
After a quick glance, he asked, "Why are you giving me a girl's resume? What, you planning to set me up with her?"
"I don't think you're qualified for that," Jiang Jingheng said bluntly.
Song Cheng'an, "..."
He held back; this guy's sharp tongue wasn't news to him.
He looked at the girl in the photo and said, "This girl looks quite pretty and young. You're showing her profile to me; could it be you want her to debut?"
"Yes."
