yunjin capital
as fu qinyuan had just gotten off the plane, he went upstairs to take a shower and change his clothes. the rest of the people were sitting in the living room and chatting. when qian jiang was cleaning up the car, she found a bag in the car and was about to send it to fu qinyuan.
"come in," fu qinyuan had just changed his clothes, and his hair was half-dry. he was about to go downstairs. " thank you, uncle. "
"you're too polite." qian jiang didn't talk much. he put his bag on his desk and was about to leave, but he saw from the corner of his eye that he was tidying his clothes in front of the mirror, and his expression relaxed a little.
when fu qinyuan first entered the company, he and shifang were the assistants. later on, fu qinyuan hired his own secretary and assistant. he knew fu qinyuan well. when he was out, he was naturally particular about what he wore, but when he was home, he rarely paid attention to his appearance.