In front of a mid-range women's clothing store at the cultural plaza of Nanshan Science and Technology Park.
"Still not throwing those old clothes out? Are you really going to take them to Penguin Headquarters?" Chen Yansen said with a smile, glancing at Song Yuncheng.
Clothes make the man, as the saying goes. It was absolutely true.
After changing her outfit, Song Yuncheng had shed her unseasoned, youthful look. She wore a white, collarless blazer, her soft, jet-black hair tied up in a high ponytail. The look was crisp and professional, making her seem like a completely different person from half an hour ago. Now, she truly looked like she belonged in the workplace.
"These clothes aren't torn. They're still good to wear," Song Yuncheng said, clutching the bag with a pained expression.
Chen Yansen was speechless. 'What a cheapskate,' he cursed internally. Ignoring Song Yuncheng, he walked straight to the curb to hail a cab.
