"No, it won't take that long." Li Qiao took about ten minutes to produce two simple design sketches for Old Mrs. Qin to review.
One resembled a cheongsam with buttoned closures, featuring a relaxed waist, simple and elegant.
The other was a round-necked, long dress, standard and proper.
Old Mrs. Qin liked them very much and said, "I'll have these made when I go back to my hometown."
"Then I'll keep the sketches for now," Li Qiao said.
"Okay." Old Mrs. Qin went back to her room for a nap.
Li Qiao sat in a recliner in the courtyard reading a novel and unwittingly fell asleep. She was dimly aware of being called by her name.
"Who is it?" Li Qiao responded almost reflexively.
"It's me."
The voice belonged to Xue Lingqing.
Li Qiao instantly snapped out of her drowse: "You've arrived." She went to open the door. "Hello, Professor Xue, please come in."
