Song Shijing continued, "Young Madam, you've also been invited to F Nation's fashion show. Last week, they were urging you about the 100 million dollar-design draft. You should take some time out to work on it.
"Although you're very busy and don't have enough time to rest every day, it's still the wedding gown of the richest man in the capital. You'd better hurry."
The smile on Yao Mengqing's face vanished instantly.
Song Shiyu was dumbfounded. When did his brother become so eloquent?
Since his brother had spoken out, Song Shiyu would not back down. "Brother, what are you talking about? So what if Young Madam doesn't design it? So many people are looking for her to design clothes every day. We can't agree to all of them. Besides, with our president around, even if she doesn't do anything, who can say anything?"
The corners of Yao Mengqing's mouth twitched. She was extremely embarrassed.
