Almost resentfully, Yan Jian hurriedly turned around and buried her head back into her design work.
This resentment was hard to distinguish for a moment whether it was directed at him or herself.
However, this anger strangely transformed into a burning motivation, propelling her forward, each design drawing reigniting her previous passion. Designs that were once abandoned midway were now completed at the tip of her pen.
As a pastry chef, Yan Yu always believed in turning appetite into motivation; now she successfully turned grievance into motivation.
When there was only one unfinished design left on the table, she couldn't help but glance at the clock on the wall.
Did she finish too quickly? Otherwise, how could he have the patience to keep waiting quietly by her side?
Or rather, how could he be willing to spend all the scheduled time in such a useless wait?
Isn't he a plunderer? He would never waste any time seizing what he wants.
