Nan Jiaojiao sighed helplessly, "Senior Brother."
"You get anxious as soon as it's mentioned. You, oh you, how should I deal with you? You just toss such a big company like E.Y to me alone, playing the part of the hands-off boss quite unabashedly."
Nan Jiaojiao immediately sat upright, "Didn't I give you all the autumn designs?"
Pei Dongshi laughed noncommittally, "What about after that? You don't care about the shows, you don't care about the marketing, and there's a bunch of wealthy ladies specifically requesting Sweetheart to design their dresses. I can't even meet the person, how am I supposed to hire her? What do you say, Sweetheart?"
He deliberately enunciated "Sweetheart" with a light and brittle tone.
Nan Jiaojiao instantly felt a tingling sensation run down her back, nervously responding, "I'll take it, whatever amount you arrange."