Niuniu was so nervous she couldn't say anything at all; she merely kept her gaze lowered, biting her lower lip, about to cry.
"Why aren't you speaking?" Cheng Hao asked coldly. He despised having this kind of person in the company; no matter how talented they might be, if they lacked good intentions and noble character, their designs would be merely superficial, just like now, when she couldn't articulate the meaning behind her work.
"Moreover, is that 'Memory' character beside you the name of this design? Why 'Memory'?" Uncle Ying asked further.
Niuniu shook her head and finally broke into tears, squatting on the ground and crying loudly, "I don't know, I don't know, I know nothing."
Qin Yin stood up and said, "That dragonfly can be made of plastic, so it's transparent, and its wings can be created using flesh-colored tulle."
