The cool breeze was slightly chilly under the shade of the trees, where Maomao was discussing the design drafts with Eric.
What could they possibly be discussing for such a long time?
And sitting so close together.
Jian Tianlin casually leaned against the window frame with one hand in his pocket, his thin lips shaping a cold curvature as he observed the pair seated too closely for his comfort.
After a while, he couldn't stay still any longer.
"I heard that An Qi will also be participating in the competition, you'll have to be extra wary of her," Eric said while looking at the design drafts.
"The competition is quite prestigious, she probably wouldn't dare to play any tricks," Maomao replied without looking up, not taking the mention of An Qi to heart at all.
Eric, "That's hard to say."
This competition was an excellent opportunity to make a name for oneself, and with An Qi's jealous nature, it was difficult to ensure she wouldn't try some underhanded tactics.
