Upon hearing this, Cheng Qiuyu’s eyes lit up, "Thank you, Ansel. Alright, I’ll inform the boss."
"OK, that’s a deal," Ansel’s voice turned cheerful, "Honestly, I’ve really missed you after all this ti apart. Looking forward to tomorrow."
Cheng Qiuyu didn’t respond, whispering, "Let’s not chat now, I need to pack my things."
"Alright, bye-bye."
After hanging up, Cheng Qiuyu quickly freshened up and changed clothes, happily sharing the news with Gao ngting.
During the shooting, outsiders are generally not allowed to film short videos or live broadcasts without approval.
For a company like Songi Clothing specializing in live sales, it’s naturally almost impossible to pass the application process.
However, if soone from external production like a producer or director lends a hand, it becos much easier.
They can enter under the guise of promotion; even shooting a few clips of He Yiyi visiting the set can create so heat.
For Songi Clothing, which is currently branding, it’s undoubtedly a great opportunity.
Just then, a knock sounded, "Knock knock knock" on the door.
Imdiately following was Tang Song’s voice from outside: "It’s ."
Cheng Qiuyu was montarily stunned, quickly stood up, paused her footsteps, tidied her water-wet strands, and only then slowly opened the door.
Tang Song’s gaze instinctively swept towards the top of her head.
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Oh wow! The progress actually increased by 1%!
Cheng Qiuyu said sowhat awkwardly, "President Tang... do you have sothing you need?"
Tang Song walked right in, turned around, and looked at her, saying, "Can’t I chat with you if there’s nothing? Seems you don’t consider a friend."
"No, I didn’t an that!" Cheng Qiuyu quickly raised her head, sowhat anxious, "I just... was just asking, nothing else."
She had few friends, but Tang Song was definitely one of the very important ones.
"There’s still a while until the barbecue starts, have a seat and chat for a bit."
"Alright." Cheng Qiuyu nodded, following Tang Song to the couch in the lounge area.
Staring at the cool-faced mature lady across, Tang Song suddenly asked curiously, "I heard art students have calluses on their hands, is that true?"
"Yes, it’s true." Cheng Qiuyu replied earnestly, "Due to prolonged contact and friction from holding brushes, there are usually calluses."
"Mind if I take a look?"
Cheng Qiuyu paused, obediently stretched out her right hand, deliberately displaying the tips of her fingers to him.
"Really." Tang Song directly reached out to hold her right hand, his long, gentle fingers lightly rubbing her calluses.
Cheng Qiuyu’s body stiffened, instinctively pulled her arm back a bit, but to no avail.
"No need to be nervous, I’m just curious, though I also practice sketching, I don’t have any because I don’t hold the pen much." Tang Song placed her hand in his palm, smiling at her.
A tingling feeling circulated from her hand throughout her body in an instant.
Cheng Qiuyu’s lips trembled, her head felt dizzy, unable to utter a single word.
She could only let their hands rub and touch each other.
This was her first ti truly holding hands with a boy, and the other party was Tang Song, the senior lady’s boyfriend.
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The taxi slowly stopped by the roadside.
Gao ngting stepped out with her bag, her gaze sweeping across the lively street, a bright smile blossod on her face.
The whole street is about 800 ters long, full of Ti’s charm.
This is a famous street in Wu Mountain, existing since she was seven or eight.
Gao ngting attended middle and high school not far from here, part of her beautiful student days mories.
At night, the snack street is brightly lit, crowded, with the cries of vendors and the sounds of spatulas clashing, mixed with the honks of electric bikes.
The air is filled with the scent of grilled skewers, the freshness of iron-plated squid, and the sweet sll of roasted chestnuts, making her take a deep breath.
Following the crowd moving forward slowly.
Gao ngting softly observes the surrounding shops and stalls, feeling the hotown’s earthly warmth.
Having not been here for over a year, many new stores have opened, flashy neon signs attracting many to stop.
Of course, more are the familiar faces from her mory, like Fuxing Seafood Stall.
Though the na sounds grand, it’s actually just a slightly spacious street-side shop.
Every holiday or weekend, this place is always packed with people.
As a child, Gao ngting often ca here with classmates, ordered a few seafood barbecues, paired with chilled drinks, it was absolute bliss.
Pushing open the glass door, a warm current mixed with seafood aroma and charcoal greeted her.
Sitting behind the cashier was the familiar owner, still looking the sa, just with a bit more white hair.
"Oh my, isn’t it ngting?" The owner grinned, shouted with a thick Northeast accent, "Haven’t seen you in ages! You’ve gotten even prettier, how’s work going, busy?"
Gao ngting was amused by his enthusiasm, replied with a smile, "Uncle Zhang, you’re still so good at flattering! Work is alright, not busy now."
After a few exchanges of pleasantries.
Gao ngting’s gaze scanned the room, soon spotting her friend Hou Feifei sitting by the window.
Not having t for 7, 8 months, she hadn’t changed much, wearing a long-sleeve T-shirt, round face, round-fra glasses, looking quite cute.
"Tingting! Tingting! Here!"
Noticing Gao ngting entering, Hou Feifei imdiately stood up, waving her hand vigorously.
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