After Lu's mother finished speaking, she left without looking back.
Ji Zimo watched her departing figure, a smug smile curling up at the corners of her mouth.
Ji Yao, oh Ji Yao, even if you can find a way to avoid the harassment from those thugs, what good will it do you when faced with such a troublesome Lu's mother? You'll still have to lie down and take it, won't you?
...
Half an hour later, at Ji Yao's company.
The moment the receptionist pushed the door and entered, Ji Yao was locked in a battle with the design draft in her hands.
She had revised it countless times, but in the end, it hardly differed from the original draft.
Ji Yao had a splitting headache, and several times she thought about redesigning from scratch, but in the end, she couldn't bear to part with the original draft.