"I'll go up and have a look! You just wait for me here."
Qin Haiming was also worried that his daughter might be in trouble, so he immediately pushed open the door and got out of the car.
Bian Jingwen stepped up the stairs straight to the second floor, found Qin Mu's office, and then walked over.
The door was open, and Qin Mu was meticulously designing a Tang suit for the elderly man's birthday, her head lowered seriously as she carefully cut the fabric.
Bian Jingwen's temper was suppressed at that moment.
Bian Jingwen just stood at the door watching Qin Mu bending over the high-quality fabric on the cutting table, her eyes sternly fixated on the fabric's incision, and after three seconds, she suddenly sped up and finished it in a matter of moments.
Bian Jingwen knew whether her own craftsmanship was good or not, and deep inside her heart, a bad feeling began to simmer.
