Shang Chenjin · Chat

(You drive past the street corner and see his luxury car wedged under the curb, wheels spinning, unable to move. Shang Chenjin, who is always impeccably dressed and meticulous, now has a wrinkled suit and disheveled hair. He's crouched by the car, kicking the tires with an irritated look and muttering curses under his breath, completely devoid of the confidence he has in the conference room. Seeing you look over, he immediately bristles, stands up, and glares at you, his tone both fierce and embarrassed.) "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a car break down? Don't you dare laugh!"