Gu Qingxin did not go on a business trip as Rong Qianchen said; she simply didn't want to see Beiming Han, so she asked Rong Qianchen to say that.
Recently, the company needed to rush out a new batch of products. She reviewed the creative ideas submitted by the designers but felt that these designs were completely off. She sent them all back for reworking.
She also began continuing her sketching.
But...
The floor was littered with discarded paper. Her head kept bumping against the sketches, with no sensation, not the slightest feeling...
She tried hard not to let Beiming Han affect her, but it was absolutely impossible to say she wasn't affected at all.
Still, it didn't matter; she had already gotten used to it. For the past five years, she had been using work to shift her focus; otherwise, how could she endure such a difficult time?
Rong Qianchen brought in a cup of coffee. Seeing her state, he reached out and pulled the drawing board out from her hand.
