"Zheng Yaxin, are you brainless? How many times have I told you not to label the materials as top-grade? Who can tell after it's made into the finished product? Can't you save me some money?"
The woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked at Zheng Yaxin with a face full of ridicule.
"Do you still think you're that rich young lady floating in the clouds, wearing whatever you want and doing whatever you please?
Have you looked at yourself lately? Can you even afford the clothes you design?
If you dare to ignore my words again, I'll kick you out immediately. Let's see who would even take you in. Do you really think it's easy to eat from this bowl of work?"
The woman was once a designer under Zheng Yaxin.
When Zheng Yaxin was still the young lady of the Zheng Clan, she hardly ever gave the young girl a glance.
They say revenge breeds more revenge, but in the moment of vengeance, who thinks that far ahead?
