She lowered her head, her voice betraying no emotion, "Alright, I will follow Mother's arrangements."
Zhou Junyi sighed, hoping that the shadows in her heart would soon dissipate.
......
The next day, in the morning.
Bright and early, Qiao An was summoned by a servant from the West Wing to the Main Building.
Seeing the heavily bearded male designer, Qiao An's eyes flashed with surprise as she exclaimed excitedly, "You—you're that Mr. Bai, the designer, aren't you?"
Mr. Bai smiled at her words, his rugged face lighting up with animation.
Flashing a set of gleaming white teeth, he nodded heartily, "Yes, that's me. I was wondering who could possibly make such an extravagant request, asking me to rush over at night to design a children's room. Turns out it's for your daughter."
"Mr. Bai, I can't believe it's really you!"
Mr. Bai was a renowned design master in the industry, celebrated for his expertise in children's design.
