Ye Ranran looked at him in bewildernt, but Che Hao showed no intention of explaining. After the assistant whispered a few words in his ear, he waved at her and said, "I have another engagent later. Next ti, if you have ti, rember to invite for tea—anyti."
"Okay." Ye Ranran nodded.
After the person walked away, Zhao Xiao suddenly remarked, "Brother Hao is really loyal and committed. Over the years, he has occasionally co by to inquire about you."
"He’s probably just asking in passing." He often interacts with people in the design departnt, so it’s not surprising if he rembers to ask.
"At least he rembers, right? That shows he cares, doesn’t it?"
That’s true, it’s much better than those who disappear to the ends of the earth after a collaboration without any further contact.
"Let’s go, I’ll show you to your office," Zhao Xiao said as she walked ahead.
The office was simply and brightly decorated. Opposite the entrance, there was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, with two potted plants on either side of it.
The desk was black, and so was the chair. To the left of the desk was a small sofa, and in front of it was a coffee table with a teapot and cups on it.
Ye Ranran’s hand slid over the desktop, picking it up, and she found not a speck of dust on her fingertip.
Just as she was about to ask, Zhao Xiao, standing behind her, answered her question: "Soone cleans here every day, but no one sits here."
"Then why did you bring here?" Despite saying this, Ye Ranran unceremoniously sat down in the chair.
"The manager ntioned a long ti ago that this office was reserved for you. Besides, you are Huacan’s boss lady. In this company, wherever you want to sit, wherever you want to go, isn’t it just a matter of saying so? It won’t be long before many people co to greet you."
Zhao Xiao wasn’t wrong; not long after Wang Lan delivered so docunts, the head of the HR departnt ca over, followed by the publicity departnt, the film and television departnt...
Everyone ca over to exchange pleasantries with her, warmly welcoming her return.
And everyone was smiling as widely as flowers. As the saying goes, you don’t slap a smiling face, so Ye Ranran had no choice but to face them with a brave front.
The day passed pretty much like that, and Ye Ranran also got a basic understanding of the studio’s situation.
Apart from her, there were six people in the studio. Besides handling costu design for television series, they also collaborated with major magazines and dealt with movies, advertisents, and high-fashion lines.
In addition to ordinary clothes, there were various dresses and performance costus, since Huacan included not just actors but singers too.
When singers hold concerts, they need performance outfits.
And those two people who weren’t present were out with singers on tour. The remaining staff each had one or two projects, but those weren’t urgent.
The remaining projects were not particularly urgent.
Ye Ranran skimd through the schedule, slightly changing her opinion of Wang Lan.
For soone genuinely talented, being a little arrogant is normal.
Ye Ranran checked the ti and found it was six o’clock. Just as she was about to make a call to see if Jun Mochan was off work yet, she pulled out her phone, and the door was pushed open from outside.
"Why are you here?" Ye Ranran stood up.
"Of course, I’m here to pick up my wife from work." Jun Mochan smiled softly, his gaze so tender it could lt water, seeming to whirl into a vortex, drawing Ye Ranran in.
Ye Ranran slightly tilted her head, trying to hide the awkwardness on her face, and said, "You ca without giving any notice."
"Do I need to report in advance when I co to see my wife?" Jun Mochan’s words carried a hint of discontent.
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