While still muttering through gritted teeth, cursing Yan Yiheng, she quickened her work pace.
No matter what, she had to deliver the customized sketches or clothing on time; this was related to a designer's reputation. Though it's understandable that something intricate like this takes a while longer.
Perhaps only those international top designers, those who can't be hired even with money, could be understood.
But for someone like her, poor and striving to revive the family business, being willful was not a luxury she could afford.
When she recalled being taken to the city that never sleeps during the day, having to sit there for so long, and even getting teased for no reason, Qiao Mo's anger surged, and yet the lunatic Fu Nancheng wouldn't let her go home, dragging her around Jiang City.
"Sigh... Had it not been for this wasted day... I would have been done with this dress already," Qiao Mo grumbled discontentedly.
"What are you mumbling about?" he asked in a deep voice.
