The elevator ascended all the way up, and soon, they stopped in front of an office door.
The deep brown wooden door was tightly closed, and the entire floor was silent, reflecting a certain coldness, making the experienced Sister Yang and the male designer sowhat tense.
"Wait here for now," Zhuo Lin instructed, then knocked on the door.
"Enter." A cold, low voice, strong yet icy.
As the door opened, Qiao Mo only glimpsed a silhouette beside the desk, and she imdiately recognized it was him. Qiao Mo lowered her gaze lightly, her legs already starting to feel weak.
Beside her, Xiao i’s eyes shone brightly with excitent, "Sister Yang, was that just the president? He seems so handso!"
"Hmm, it should be," Sister Yang responded, speculating since she had never t him either.
"Wasn’t it said he was supposed to be an old man? How can he be so handso? He looks really young!" Xiao i was beyond excited, hurriedly digging out her compact from her bag to touch up her makeup, seemingly very thrilled.
By the ti she finished primping, twenty minutes had already passed.
Xiao i grew more anxious, glancing at Qiao Mo and seeing her still with her head slightly lowered and silent, jealousy flared in her eyes!
That face... truly envy-inducing!
Standing outside the door for more than half an hour, Qiao Mo’s back and waist were aching, and her heart was exceptionally anxious.
Since Zhuo Lin had entered the office to report, the president himself hadn’t uttered a word, seemingly treating him as if he were air.
Where would he dare to interrupt, trying hard to make himself invisible, minimizing his presence.
After half an hour, Fu Nancheng finally set down his pen, speaking lightly, "Let them co in."
Zhuo Lin breathed softly, imdiately calling them in.
As soon as the four entered the room, they all fell silent.
Qiao Mo quietly lifted her gaze to take a look, inadvertently eting his dark eyes, instantly she lowered her head, not daring to breathe.
Sister Yang, being the most experienced here, hesitated for a mont before speaking, "Does the president wish to have a custom casual suit?"
"Yes," Fu Nancheng withdrew his gaze, speaking flatly.
"Do you have any specific requirents?"
"No."
Sister Yang felt imdiately awkward, no requirents... that itself was the greatest requirent!
"Could you please stand so we can asure your dinsions?" Sister Yang cautiously asked, never having thought that the president of the Empire Group could be so young, yet his presence was overwhelmingly impressive!
Fu Nancheng didn’t move imdiately but turned to instruct Zhuo Lin on so work, before slowly standing up and approaching them.
Since entering, Xiao i’s eyes hadn’t left Fu Nancheng, her eyes sparkling brightly, filled with hearts.
He lifted his hand to adjust his cuff, standing still.
Sister Yang took out a tape asure, and the male designer instantly fetched his pen and notebook, ready to record.
In fact, having worked for so many years, they could roughly estimate by just looking at the dinsions, and any further asuring would be ntally noted.
But then, who was the other party?
Not a bit of negligence allowed!
They had to be extrely cautious.
While the two were busy, Xiao i imdiately stepped forward, walking in front of Fu Nancheng warmly whispering, "Let help you take off your coat..."
Zhuo Lin instinctively wanted to speak but held back forcibly. He glanced toward Qiao Mo, only to see her with her head always lowered, standing properly beside, as if she hadn’t heard anything.
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