Finally, Qin Yun and the others left the Cold Dew Clothing Store.
Seeing them leave, the middle-aged woman took out her phone and made a call.
...
In a building in Jinling City.
This building covered an area of up to five hundred square meters, with employees coming and going.
At this moment, a few people were casually sitting in the office.
One of them had a very familiar face, it was Feng Tianjun.
And in front of Feng Tianjun, a young man with long hair was lying on the sofa, looking very lazy.
"You look quite different after these few years, Zuo Han," Feng Tianjun said with a smile.
"What's changed? I'm still relying on my parents," the young man Zuo Han shook his head and said, "Unlike you, who started from scratch and built such a big business without relying on your parents."
They had known each other for many years, and their relationship was quite good.
Feng Tianjun smiled; he didn't want to inherit the family business, so he ventured out on his own.
