After Mo Zheng Yi exits from the office, Shi Lian lets out her breath she didn't realize she was holding. She plops on the couch, feeling her head throb. Rubbing her temples, she thinks again of what her uncle has said just now. Mo Zheng Yi is a shrewd person and he will anything to get what he wants- Shi Lian has known it by now. Although she challenged him that she will make this project work but now, to think of it, was she overconfident? She now deems if her designs are good enough or not. Her uncle is good at manipulation and mindfucking, and yes, he did get inside her head. She groans in irritation and gets up from the couch, heading towards the desk. Her name is engraved on the gold plate and she gently touches it, trailing the letters with her slender fingers. "Am I capable of this?" she mumbles, deep in her thoughts, the heaviness in her chest feels more burdensome.