Angel's office was like a hidden gem.
Inside, there was actually a bedroom, and in the bedroom, there was an independent bathroom, equipped with everything one could need.
Looking at the men's products on the washbasin, Song Heping had to admit that Angel was a thoughtful girl.
From razors to shaving cream, shampoo to aftershave, shower gel to men's moisturizer, everything was complete and brand new.
There were also towels, bath towels, toothpaste, toothbrushes, and cups, all new.
Standing in front of the vanity mirror, Song Heping looked up and saw a pink bath towel on the shelf.
He knew right away it belonged to Angel.
He couldn't help but feel a rush, reaching out to grab Angel's bath towel and gently sniffed it beneath his nose.
Indeed, it was hers.
The scent matched the fragrance that lingered on Angel.
Although he wasn't knowledgeable about perfumes, Song Heping's nose was still quite sensitive.
However, he quickly composed himself.
He still had a lot of important things to do.
It seemed that Angel had specially made time to arrange this meeting tonight.
How could he ever repay this favor?
He showered as quickly as possible, not daring to delay.
After all these years, Song Heping still maintained the bathing habits he developed in the military.
Wet himself completely, then apply shampoo on his head and body wash on his body, scratching all over, then start brushing his teeth, shave after the teeth are brushed, then turn the water on from head to toe in one go.
Actually, this was still complicated, in the military, a bar of soap could resolve all worries, it was everything.
When he returned to the office, Song Heping was almost startled.
Because there were now three more people in Angel's office, with huge boxes piled up on the nearby carpet and sofa, all bearing the "Hermès" mark.
"Song, come try this set first."
Angel opened a large box, took out a black suit, then picked up the jacket and compared the shoulder width and length against Song Heping.
"Perfect!"
She turned her head back to one of the three people and said, "Tiago, I told you the estimated size was spot on, right?"
The man among the three was middle-aged, slightly bald, wearing earrings, and dressed in a trendy suit of tight red, blue, and green, which looked as if he had put on a white suit and then stood next to a few people who dumped various fuels from containers onto him.
"Darling, you've never been wrong!"
As soon as he spoke, Song Heping felt a bit uncomfortable, an inexplicable discomfort, like a duck being choked at the neck, trying to squeeze out a weird sound.
Tiago floated over like the wind, arriving in front of Song Heping.
Song Heping smelled the perfume again.
He couldn't help but frown.
He didn't mind the smell of perfume on a woman, but such a strong scent on a man made Song Heping feel quite disgusted.
After evaluating Song Heping up close, his gaze lingered on Song Heping's face, looking at him as if a starving person had spotted a delicious meal.
Song Heping made a new observation—Tiago was wearing a nose ring.
Hmm, a nose ring…
He turned his head again towards Angel and said, "Darling, you really have a good eye."
This time, "good eye" evidently did not praise Angel for her choice of clothes.
He turned around, took another suit, and personally compared it on Song Heping, unintentionally pinching Song Heping's arm during the process.
Song Heping felt like he understood something.
His hairs stood on end.
Perhaps fearing Song Heping might misunderstand, Angel added from the side, "Tiago is my good sister."
Song Heping felt like he was struck by electricity, his hairs completely standing up.
"Right!"
Tiago didn't feel awkward at all, smoothly and openly giving Song Heping a coquettish smile and saying, "I am Angel's good sister."
"Ah… sister, hello… no, Tiago, hello…"
Song Heping felt his smile was very stiff, he couldn't wait to end this clothes fitting.
At last, after a half-hour ordeal, Song Heping finally changed into a new outfit, and Tiago and his group had also taken their leave.
Angel also changed into a black dress and carried a small, tiled handbag. Linking arms with Song Heping, she said, "Let's go somewhere, to meet someone who can help you."
The two walked out of the art center's main entrance, where a white Lamborghini sports car was already parked by the curb.
Angel handed the keys to Song Heping, "Do you have a driver's license for here?"