"Ying Zi, did you not sleep well last night? Why are the dark circles under your eyes so severe?"
They say that he who eats a man's bread becomes his servant, and this saying applies to everyone, including Du Zhong.
Zhu Qianying had barely participated in any outdoor activities over the past year, and her skin was fair and translucent. Having slept poorly last night, her eye circles were so dark they could almost make her pass for a panda's sibling.
"Yeah, my daughter was sick, so I didn't get a good night's sleep either."
This was no secret, and Zhu Qianying spoke about it openly and straightforwardly.
Even so, she didn't use this as an excuse to slack off. She opened the fashion images sent by Du Zhong and diligently matched them with various pieces of jewelry.
She worked continuously until noon, at which point Du Zhong still remembered that Zhu Qianying's daughter was sick.
