It wasn't until eleven o'clock at night that Chen Yansen, carrying a bag of clothes, snuck into Song Yuncheng's room.
"Director Song, I got you some little gifts."
Chen Yansen said with a grin as soon as he entered.
Song Yuncheng's cheeks flushed red. She instantly understood that Chen Yansen's "little gifts" were definitely not anything proper.
When Chen Yansen opened the bag, it was, as expected, full of strange and peculiar clothes and props.
"Boss, can I... not wear these?" Song Yuncheng pleaded, blinking her eyes and speaking in a soft, hushed voice.
"You don't have to wear them," Chen Yansen replied, taken aback for a moment.
Song Yuncheng was momentarily speechless, then broke into a smile, her eyes glistening.
「The next morning.」
The four of them, dressed neatly, drove to the Hang City International Conference Center.
