"By the way, Su Mo has partnered with our company this time to have a series of custom-made clothes made for him, which will be launched as part of this new product line."
"If we're talking about who's in charge, then let's have Jiang Jianhuan."
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The people below were stunned, their eyes wide. They hadn't recovered from the shock of the previous event, and were even more frightened by Jiang Yuan's next words, almost doubting their own ears.
Su Mo is actually willing to cooperate with IRO? And Jiang Jianhuan too?! How is that possible!
She was just an assistant who had only been with the company for a little over three months, while Su Mo was someone whose fan base was incredibly strong. As long as the design didn't go wrong, it was guaranteed to be a huge success, and her status as the lead designer would definitely rise accordingly. How could such a great opportunity fall into her lap?!
Meeting adjourned.
After Jiang Yuan finished speaking, she didn't give anyone a chance to speak. She picked up the documents on the table and walked out. Her high heels clicked on the ground, her suit jacket fluttered, and her well-defined face remained expressionless.
The meeting room was quiet; no one dared to protest.
Only after Jiang Yuan's figure disappeared did whispers break out in the otherwise silent conference room, with undisguised gazes fixed on that spot, scrutinizing and speculating.
Jiang Jianhuan sat stiffly in the chair, staring blankly. After a long while, she slowly gathered the notebook in front of her and got up.
He finally loosened his grip, revealing that his fingers were red from being pinched.
Jiang Jianhuan's qualifications were only marginal enough to handle this design independently, but she didn't want to give up.
Only by earning more money can I pay off my debts.
Moreover, she believed she could do it well.
Jiang Jianhuan was added to a work group by Jiang Yuan. There were already three people in the group: Jiang Yuan, Su Mo's assistant Li Sa, and a familiar gray avatar.
It is Su Mo.
Jiang Jianhuan stared blankly at the computer screen.
The breakup back then was intense and decisive; she blocked and deleted all of Su Mo's contact information. Seeing that profile picture again after many years evoked indescribable feelings.
As she gathered her thoughts and prepared to start working, she discovered that someone had tagged her.
Li Sa: @jjh Ms. Jiang, I heard you're our lead designer this time. It's been a pleasure working with you! [Handshake]
After reading the message, Jiang Jianhuan replied with a handshake emoji.
Li Sa: When will Miss Jiang have time to take Su Mo's size?
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Jiang Jianhuan was puzzled. Su Mo's size should have been recorded by IRO, so why did they need to measure it again?
She was about to go through the information in the system when she saw several new messages from Li Sa on the screen.
Li Sa: After all, so much time has passed, Su Mo's body size should have changed a bit.
Li Sa: Measuring it again will be more accurate.
Jiang Jianhuan replied quickly.
I apologize, this was not my idea. When would be a convenient time for you?
Li Sa: Su Mo will be free tomorrow.
Jiang Jianhuan chatted with Li Sa for a few more minutes, finalizing the specific location and time. All of this was done in the group chat, which everyone could see. Jiang Yuan only instructed Jiang Jianhuan to be more careful at the very end, while Su Mo didn't say a word throughout the entire process.
This was Jiang Jianhuan's second visit to Su Mo's studio, and she was much more at ease. However, today it wasn't Li Sa who received her; a girl sitting at the door led her outside Su Mo's workspace.
"Miss Jiang, you can go in by yourself." She nodded politely and smiled.
Jiang Jianhuan stared at the door in front of him, hesitated for two seconds, and then gently tapped it with his finger.
"Come in." A cold, indifferent voice came from inside, and even through a wall, one could still sense its familiar presence.
She pushed open the door and went in, and saw Su Mo sitting in front of the computer wearing a large pair of headphones, listening intently to something, occasionally frowning as she took notes in her notebook. Jiang Jianhuan's gaze involuntarily swept around.
The room was spacious and furnished with many musical instruments and audio equipment, including speakers, keyboards, and many other professional items that she couldn't name. Jiang Jianhuan's gaze was fixed on the gray sofa, where a familiar guitar sat.
The brown body of the instrument and the worn-out strings were something Jiang Jianhuan had seen Su Mo play on stage countless times, and something he had sung to her alone with countless times.
Footsteps came from the side, accompanied by the sound of a chair being pulled out. Jiang Jianhuan quickly adjusted her expression and looked over calmly.
Su Mo had already left his seat. He was dressed casually at home, wearing a loose black sweater and dark gray trousers with soft fabric hanging down over his cotton slippers.
The sound of footsteps on the carpet was barely audible.
"Are you done with your work?" Jiang Jianhuan greeted him with a smile. Su Mo's dark eyes swept over her indifferently, and he hummed in response.
"Shall we begin now?" she asked tentatively, causing Su Mo, who was drinking water at the table, to pause.
"good."
A single word came through clearly, and Jiang Jianhuan breathed a slight sigh of relief, taking out the tape measure she had brought from her bag.
I couldn't figure out his attitude, and I didn't know if this mission would go smoothly.
But it would be best if Su Mo were willing to cooperate.
Shortly after the meeting ended yesterday, Jiang Jianhuan went to see Jiang Yuan alone, wanting to figure out whether it was all a coincidence or—
"Director, why me this time?"