When hosting guests at home, Shang Jianghan returned from the group at lunchtime.
He was dressed in a white shirt and black pants, casual attire, without any airs, shaking hands with each visitor.
Even though the male host was approachable, the dignity of a superior was evident, making several junior editors inevitably nervously apprehensive.
With a respectful attitude, Tiger said, "I'm intruding!"
Shang Jianghan smiled faintly, "Not at all, Tiger joining Yao Ran's studio has been a huge help to my wife. She was unwell recently and worried about work, and I could only watch without being able to help. From now on, I'll rely entirely on you, a senior, to keep a good watch for her and relieve me of my worries!"
Though these were standard greetings for the official circle, they were also heartfelt.
Tiger felt flattered and even his laughter sounded more cheerful.
"That's easy to say! With President Shang's words, I, Tiger, will go all out in my work."