The rejection was straightforward and left no room for negotiation.
However, Lin Qingqian wasn't annoyed and her eyes were calm. "Is it convenient for me to know the reason?"
Vin flicked the cigarette butt with her good-looking fingers, and the silver ashes fell silently. Her red lips moved slightly. "I've seen your style. You admire our national style too much. Although you can gain popularity for a while, you're ultimately not going to become mainstream."
Han Liubai's gentle brows furrowed slightly, but he was not in a hurry to refute. He subconsciously looked at the quiet woman beside him.
Lin Qingqian's eyes were calm as she said unhurriedly, "The national style is indeed not mainstream, whether it's now or in the future, but right now, 'Z' needs it very much."
Vin frowned. "What do you mean?"
