After dinner, Gu Qingxin was still thinking about her own matters, so she went back to her room to work. Beiming Han also brought his laptop to her room. She nestled on the single sofa sketching, while Beiming Han handled his work on the three-seater sofa with his computer.
Gu Qingxin's phone rang. She picked it up and saw it was a call from Rong Qianchen. She glanced at Beiming Han before answering, "Mr. Rong."
"Is your friend alright now?" Rong Qianchen had been repeatedly looking at the drafts she had drawn.
"Thank you for your concern; everything's fine now."
"When can we meet again? I have a friend who wants to hire you to design clothing."
"Really? That's great... Uh... Is tomorrow okay?"
Beiming Han was at home today, and she didn't want to go out.
"Okay, let's meet at the café tomorrow morning then."
"Alright." After Rong Qianchen said this, he hung up the phone.
Beiming Han's fingers had already stopped moving on the keyboard, and he sat there stunned.
