Once the matter was settled, Song Zhiwei stopped delaying, hung up the phone and went straight to the Xiangcheng Garment Factory with the sample clothes.

She was lucky enough to meet Yang Weihua at the door.

As soon as Yang Weihua saw what she had in her hand, he roughly understood what she meant. He thought it was a pity, but didn't show it on his face. He greeted warmly, "Come on, Xiao Song, let's go inside and talk."

When passing by the offices of Zhang Huaqiang ...