Xian Dai Company.
Su Qiqi has been rushing through her sketch for a week now, without even finalizing the first draft. She held the pen, her mind in a tangle.
Looking at the completed design on the desk, she ripped it off directly. The sharp paper made a crisp sound.
She buried her head in the crook of her arm, a string in her mind crazily pulsating, her head throbbing with an explosive pain.
Mao An walked in to find her in this state, and rushed over in two strides, asking somewhat anxiously, "CEO Su, are you okay?"
Su Qiqi lifted her head, the exhaustion in her eyes couldn't be hidden. She tugged at the corner of her mouth, "I'm fine, just a little tired."
Mao An looked at her thoughtfully, poured her a glass of warm water and handed it over, "Rest for a bit."
"Okay, are the materials ready?"
Su Qiqi held the glass and took a small sip, the moisture in her throat made her feel a lot more comfortable.
