Lu Weixi was surprised to see him pulling a suitcase out, "You just got back?"
Qin Zhigu nodded, "Yes, Paul just said today he wanted to meet with the interior designer. He's worried about communicating with you. You know, he does look a bit unkempt and isn't very good at speaking. If it weren't for his personality offending the American company's boss, he wouldn't have been fired. It was I who introduced him here."
Lu Weixi nodded. Paul was indeed disheveled, with messy hair, a scruffy beard, and his clothes all over the place, the very image of a destitute artist. He spoke bluntly and got incredibly excited the moment a professional topic came up. But outside his area of expertise, he would become much more taciturn. No wonder Qin Zhigu would always accompany him, fearing they might end up in an argument.
"He's a good person, and it's common for designers to have their quirks. I can understand that."
