"Hey! What's wrong with you? Do you know how many brain cells it takes to create one design drawing? Do you know how long it took Qin Mu to draw this?"
Lu Fei turned her head at the sound and glanced over, feeling that Xiaomei was insignificant. She snorted coldly, looked at Qin Mu, then folded the torn paper in half and tore it again.
Qin Mu stood by the desk. She had planned to sit down behind it, but now, she lowered her head, gently placed the materials in her hand on the desk, and slowly walked toward Lu Fei, who was less than three meters away.
The office was suddenly filled with a different kind of silence. Qin Mu looked at the paper in Lu Fei's hands, being torn into smaller pieces. She couldn't glue it back together, so she gently pulled a piece out before it was further torn.
Lu Fei didn't expect her to come up to her side, even less so that Qin Mu would calmly take the fragments back from Lu Fei's hands. Lu Fei's face turned a bit pale.
