If Wen Ruan gets hurt at that time, I'll just comfort her a bit with some basketball, and ensure she's satisfied.
While he was deep in thought.
The sound of knocking echoed, "Knock knock knock."
He Yiyi's voice came from outside, "President Tang."
"Please come in." Tang Song closed the system interface and sat upright.
Immediately, the office door was gently pushed open.
He Yiyi stepped inside.
The soft texture of the white short-sleeve top was snug and comfortable, showing off her good figure.
Light blue denim shorts, slightly frayed at the edges, relaxed and natural.
She wore a pair of black and white sneakers.
After becoming a major host, the company specially arranged an image designer for her.
From makeup to outfits, everything was comprehensively packaged.
Moreover, the confidence brought by overnight fame.
She looked vibrant and fashionably stylish.
"Sit down, Yiyi." Tang Song stood up and sat with her on the sofa in the reception area.
