Nan Jiaojiao muttered softly, "Oh, feeling guilty now, are we."
"Guilty, my ass!"
Pei Dongshi tugged at his tie; if he wasn't already used to it, the force just now was enough to strangle him.
"No problem! As for what happened with your competition, I didn't ask in detail. If there's a misunderstanding, it's for some other reason. Don't pin everything on me!"
Despite the scolding, he still felt unsatisfied. In a fit of anger, he said, "Just stay out of trouble. I'll look into the reason. You just focus on doing your own thing well."
Nan Jiaojiao shrank her neck, squeezing out a double chin. She hurriedly covered it with her hand, adjusted herself, and straightened her face.
"You're quite smart. There's not a single hint of personal style in your design draft. Hidden well."
"How could there be no personal style? Wasn't it drawn by my own hands?"
Pei Dongshi glanced at her, "I'm saying, there's not a trace of Sweetheart's style in it. Got it now?"
