In the afternoon, the sky was full of rosy clouds.
"Sister Cen Jin, take a look at this arrangement and see if there's anything inappropriate. If it doesn't work, I'll redo it."
Cen Jin, who was busy comparing design drafts with material images on the computer, suddenly heard a clear and pleasant female voice. She looked up to see her assistant, Liu Zhiyan, standing in front of her desk holding a folder, with a slightly shy smile and anxious eyes. Cen Jin put down what she was doing, took the folder with a light smile, skimmed through it quickly, and nodded in satisfaction: "Well, this is basically the process. It's very good, much better than the previous times. Keep it up."
Upon hearing this, Liu Zhiyan felt relieved, smiled, and took the folder back: "Thank you for the encouragement, Sister Cen Jin. I'll keep working hard and make sure not to make any mistakes again."
