Zhuang Nainai had always had a strong mentality. She just put on her earphones and started to think.
Si Jingyu's design drafts could only have been stolen in the company. However, who could have seen her drafts?
In the company, the only other person who was in a high position in the fashion design department was Mi Nuo.
Mi Nuo… Mi Nuo!
Zhuang Nainai suddenly looked up. Although she had no concrete proof, her sixth sense told her that something about Mi Nuo was fishy.
But what kind of connection was there between Mi Nuo and the Gus?
If she had indeed stolen the design drafts, why did she have to harm Zhuang Nainai in the process as well?
Zhuang Nainai bit her lips. She thought about this serious problem throughout the entire morning. It was soon noon.
At 12 pm in the afternoon, she saw that everyone in the office had left. No one had told her that it was time for lunch. It felt as though she had been abandoned.
