Qin Yafeng stretched out his hand and waved away the smoke in front of him. "Cold little, thank you for your sympathy. Should I be happy to have such a superior?"

"No, because your workload hasn't been reduced. Jiang and I have reached a verbal contract, and the workload of the fashion season has increased." Leng Muchen opened her mouth and said to her.

"Then I should congratulate you less." Qin Yahuang looked at him. "That's right when Lengshao is busier. Don't come to me. If you have any requests, please look for my assistant during working hours."

Leng Muchen wiped out the cigarette butt. "You're really businesslike with me...