"Big brother said he knows Joe, but he hasn't told me who he is yet." Wen Nuan brushed her bangs back and thought of Leng Ye's elegantly-boned fingers reaching out to her earlier, frowning slightly.
What was big brother trying to do just now?
Could it be that he saw her hair falling forward and wanted to help her push it back? But honestly, this seemingly natural concern made her feel a bit resistant inside.
"Didn't tell you?" Tan Qing breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Wen Nuan: "Go on up, I have something to say to Leng Ye."
Sitting in the office, looking at the notes Tan Qing found for her, Wen Nuan was still filled with deep suspicion.
Who on earth could JOE be?
Why make oneself so mysterious? Such a renowned designer, yet in recent years, there have been few works released. She couldn't understand why.
