At this moment, Old Mr. Wen was talking to Cao Zixing, the president of the Wen Corporation, in the office.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, then Wen Xinya entered the office holding a piece of document. "Grandpa, hope I didn't disturb you!"
The clothing design being leaked brought the issue of the traitor to the forefront. Now it had become the biggest problem of the Wen Corporation. No matter what, she had to find an explanation for Grandpa.
When Old Mr. Wen saw her, his expression softened. "Xinya, come in and sit down."
Wen Xinya took a deep breath. "Grandpa, I'm sorry. I didn't manage the fashion design department, causing the design drawings of the new clothing line to be leaked, and nearly plagued the Wen Corporation with plagiarism. Our reputation and credibility of many years of business were ruined. It is all my fault."