Mo Feng furrowed his brow, a faint blue vein protruding on his forehead.
He was a bit irritable, but no matter how much, he couldn't argue with a twenty-three-year-old girl, and had to swallow his temper.
Finally, having no other choice, he decided to call Gu Nanqiao.
Huo Jingting doesn't care, fine, then let his wife come and take this trouble away.
Gu Nanqiao agreed over the phone, but by the time she arrived, it was quite late; all the designers had left work, leaving only him and Mandy in the lab.
She pushed the door open as she arrived, "What's wrong? You sounded a bit off on the phone."
Mo Feng slowly rubbed his temples with one hand, while the other pointed at Mandy, "Hurry up and take her away, and don't send her over to me again."
Gu Nanqiao turned to look at her, "What's going on?"
