I originally thought this time they had crafted a new face, thinking the warehouse had made a breakthrough. Turns out, they instantly started cutting costs in areas you can't see.
"Well, you can also call me Anke."
Sarcasm is sarcasm, but dismissiveness is the warehouse's issue, not enough to blame those helping provide information.
Facing the self-introduced white-dress Clara, Fu Qian remained easygoing.
"So Anke... why is it that as soon as you arrived here, you wanted to see that kind of show first?"
Even so, Clara seemed quite pressured.
So much so that the question she posed after a bit of thought felt very courageous.
"Oh... are you questioning my taste?"
Sure enough, her question was maliciously interpreted in the next moment, although Fu Qian didn't show any displeasure on his face.
"—No, I just feel like you don't seem to have much interest in performances."
Startled, she instantly explained, though Clara remained strong enough to continue the topic.
