Lu An'an sighed helplessly and said, "Yan Yunge, if you really have my best interests, you should stop asking this question."
Yan Yunge saw that Lu An'an was unwilling to tell him, so he knew that she did not want him to worry, therefore, he sighed lightly and said, "Alright, I won't disturb you. But you must submit your draft and your sample before the competition. If you exceed the time limit, you will be considered to have withdrawn from the competition."
"Thank you for your concern. I understand."
After Yan Yunge left, Lu An'an felt as if all her strength had been drained.
She sat on the chair and looked at the half-finished design draft. She felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart.
Things had not been going well recently, which made Lu An'an feel very haggard.
For the first time, she had doubts about whether she was suitable for this line of work.
