"This one?"
Upon hearing Xiao's words, An Xiangrong looked somewhat troubled. Seeing her expression, Xiao gently asked, "What is it? Is there something you can't tell me? If it's not convenient, then..."
"It's not inconvenient, it's just..." After a few seconds of silence, An Xiangrong softly said, "My idea doesn't have any special origin. I thought of it when I saw dice."
"Dice?"
Even as an international master, he was stunned for a few seconds upon hearing this answer.
"Ha... really?"
He laughed involuntarily and turned to An Xiangrong, "You really epitomize the saying 'art originates from life'."
"President Gu, what do you think?"
"President Gu..."
It was unclear what Gu Mingyu was thinking. Seeing that he did not react to Xiao's calls, Song Yi could not help but call him out. Just as he was about to nudge Gu Mingyu, a deep voice sounded, "What is it?"
After briefly repeating Xiao's question, Song Yi backed away.
"Xiao's point is very valid."
