Hen Zhihua, enduring the pain, said, "My mother was a fashion designer, just not a famous one. She hoped that I would inherit her mantle and become a successful designer myself. When I was in my second year of college, my mother was suddenly diagnosed with brain cancer. So, I chose to fulfill her dying wish by changing my major."
Before Shen Mingfeng could speak, the administrative manager on the side said, "Our RM Group is not a place for you to learn, and even less a venue for you to fulfill your mother's dying wish. We are a profit-driven corporation. If you cannot contribute profit to the corporation, there is no point in you working here. Even if you do start, you will eventually leave."
Hen Zhihua bit his lip without saying a word, his already pale face turned even paler.
Shen Mingfeng didn't continue with the administrative manager's point, and instead asked another question, "So, what's your perspective on design?"
