"Here's the thing, Miss Wen," our chief designer really likes you. Even though we've assigned the global endorsement to someone else, we still haven't found a spokesperson for the Asia-Pacific Region. If you—"
"Sorry," Wen Qiao interrupted with a smile, "I really like your designs, but I'll pass on the endorsement. If we're not meant to be, there's no point in forcing it. Thank you for your kind offer, I should be going now."
With that, she forcefully pulled Jiang Yao away from the banquet hall.
"Idiots, all of them, wanting us to pick up their leftovers, dreaming their damn impossible dreams."
It wasn't until they got into their car that Jiang Yao suddenly erupted into curses.
It startled Xiao Chu so much that she nearly dropped her phone.
She turned, a bit dazed, to look at the back seat, "Sister Yao, what happened?"
"She's fine," Wen Qiao simply explained, "The endorsement she was set to have fell through, and she's pissed about it."
