"Xia Pengpeng, if there's anything you need, just let me know. I still have some Hui Yao materials that might be useful for your reference," Xia Wen approached Pengpeng with a polite offer.
"Thanks, but no," Pengpeng promptly refused. Xia Wen's sudden niceness was definitely suspicious—like a weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken, surely up to no good!
"Hui Yao wants to see a new draft in three days. Can Xia Pengpeng deliver?" someone in the crowd began to question.
"I won't even need one day," Pengpeng looked at everyone and replied directly.
"One day?" the person couldn't help but laugh.
How audacious!
Now that Hui Yao found nothing satisfactory in Xia Pengpeng's drafts, she dared to say she could fix it in one day!
Pengpeng stood up and walked outside.
People in the conference room also began to disperse.
Xia Wei followed behind Xia Wen, her belly full of anger, until they were alone, and then she couldn't help but ask, "Why are you helping Xia Pengpeng?"
