Mu Yingchen listened as the names Su Wanxia and Meng Can were bandied about in discussions, a faint frown creasing his brow.
Then, with an air of detachment, he addressed everyone, "Since there are no objections, we'll settle the plan as it is."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
People expressed their agreement one after another, then debated over the plan designed by Wen Lingya for a while, concluding that Su Wanxia and Meng Can should make some alterations based on what's usable and discard the rest that isn't.
Wen Lingya's nails almost pierced her palms, but only by doing this could she contain the resentment in her heart.
Her hard work dismissed in just a few words—why did no one consider her feelings? Those were the designs she'd labored over day and night. How could they so casually reject them?
If Su Wanxia was to revise on the basis of her design, would it still be her work, Wen Lingya's work?
But now that everyone had agreed to the proposal, her reluctance was futile.
