Feng Mian chuckled. "You're the one too ambitious. I'm just a down to earth woman."
Zhang Liang didn't reply. He picked his suit and walked out of the room, leaving Feng Mian to do her own work.
Knowing that it would just be a long debate, Feng Mian focused on her work once more. There were people who would aim high because they knew that they could. Feng Mian's dream has always been to be a painter. She only hoped to earn enough by joining a company and used the leftover money to buy some painting tools.
Besides, climbing to higher position would give her less job related to painting and more work that required interpersonal relationship. As someone who preferred to stay alone in her room and paint, talking was not her forte. She didn't really want to be pushed into that kind of job and settled at the lowest rank of a simple designer.
That way, she would be able to chase after her dream.
