Joe?
Wen Nuan's body stiffened, and her face changed dramatically: "Joe..."
The designer she had always admired, his name was Joe...
Leng Ye asked her to call him by this name.
Her mind was buzzing like a hive of bees. Wen Nuan looked at Leng Ye; he was pressing his lips together, watching her seriously, without a hint of joking.
She felt it was so unbelievable.
How could it be? Yet somehow, it seemed possible.
Tan Qing said Joe was his friend, and Leng Ye happened to be his friend. No wonder Tan Qing easily borrowed Joe's notebook, the notebook she had always treasured had originated from Leng Ye.
"Are you very shocked?" Leng Ye's lips slowly curled into a smile: "Nuannuan, haven't you always wanted to know who Joe really is? Haven't you always wanted to meet him? Today, I'm telling you, he is me, and I am him."
"The Leng Family also has a clothing line, so why did you choose to design for MT?" Wen Nuan looked at Leng Ye, utterly puzzled.
