"I've seen it, it's not bad."
"She's just a second-year student, what can she learn? Your taste is just like that, appreciating this kind of person. No wonder you've been just a small-time designer all these years."
Su Miaotong didn't respond.
Su Xinying, completely unconcerned with her mood, continued to probe after her critique: "I heard they recruit three interns this time, but in the end, only two are kept, right?"
Su Miaotong asked, "Where did you hear this information?"
"Of course, I have my ways of knowing, just tell me if it's true or not."
Su Miaotong was making coffee, bending slightly, wearing her hair in a low ponytail, with some long strands brushing her forehead. As she bent over, the strand tucked behind her ear fell, covering half of her face.
"I'm not sure, maybe you'll know after some time passes. Just focus on learning from Yu Bing, don't worry about anything else."
"How can I not worry!"
