The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

"An Chen, we have the last group today. After the filming, we will call it a day. I have already booked a place and will meet you later."

When the editor-in-chief of the magazine saw An Chen coming out after changing his clothes, his eyes lit up. He was very glad that his decision to wait for An Chen to take the photo was the right one.

Their magazine is also one of the most well-known magazines in the country. They have cooperated with famous superstars and top traffickers, but he feels that this cooperation with An Chen is the most satisfying in a long time.

Whether it's the appearance, the overall styling this time, or the cooperation between An Chen and the photographer, even the venue and scene are consistent with each other this time.

The weather wasn't cold, but An Chen still sneezed several times.

"What's wrong? Did you catch a cold?" Ji Xuan handed An Chen a tissue.

"No." An Chen shook his head, then wiped his nose with a tissue, and then muttered in his heart, which annoying person kept talking about her.

About an hour later, An Chen's work here was completely finished. He just had a simple lunch at noon and had already booked a restaurant for the evening.

The staff were already cleaning up the venue, and An Chen also went to change his clothes. His back hurt even when he lifted his arms. He had been doing various movements for the past few days, and An Chen didn't know what was behind him now. Such situation.

He put his hand on the gauze and touched it. There was no blood and it was dry. It should be fine. Then An Chen directly put on the clothes.

The wound on the arm should have been healing, but after several frequent repetitions, the wound is still the same as it was at the beginning. In short, there is no change.

As long as there was no bleeding, it was okay. An Chen was very careless anyway, so he didn't take any notice and just put on his clothes.

When she came out, An Chen saw the cameraman still sitting on the chair, maintaining the same look as when she went in to change clothes.

The staff also avoided that area when packing up things, and other things around them were almost packed away. Only the chair where the cameraman was, the table, and the computer on it remained untouched.

"Teacher Zhang, we're done." A staff member went over to remind him, but the cameraman didn't answer.

"Teacher Zhang?" the staff member shouted again.

"Ah? Oh, you came just in time. Which of these two looks better?" The cameraman turned the computer screen so that the staff could see it.

"What?" The staff member looked at the two photos on the screen and suddenly felt doubtful. He really didn't see the difference between the two photos on the left and right. They were obviously the same.

"Which one looks better?" The photographer looked at the staff member excitedly, expecting his answer.

"The one on the left?" The staff member looked uncertain and had to choose one at random. In his eyes, the two photos were clearly the same.

"Left? Are you sure?"

I chose them randomly and didn't notice the difference. When asked by the photographer, the staff still doubted themselves.

"Is that the one on the right?" The staff member chose again, but it was still an uncertain question.

"Which side is it? Why do you want to change it all at once?"

"That's the one on the left." The staff member finally stood firm and pointed to the photo on the left with a sure look on his face.

"Okay." The cameraman agreed, and then the staff clearly saw that the photographer saved the photo on the right.