Lu Jincheng's gaze was fixed on her without blinking, as if his eyes were glued to her.
The emotion flowing within was a surging tenderness, difficult to detect.
But for those who'd been rebutted by Ji Yao, their mood was far from wonderful.
The bald man, being hot-tempered, even slammed the table and stood up.
"What do you mean? Are you mocking us? What do you take us for? Just a rising designer, who has only just opened a studio and hasn't even found solid footing yet, you dare to be arrogant in front of us? Who do you think you are?"
The bald man targeted the fact that she was a newcomer, aiming to hit her weak spot—if Ji Yao had been cowed by this, they would have been able to cow her forever.
"Heh, Mr. Jiang, why are you so angry? Just like you said, I am nothing but a new designer, a mere newcomer. To think that a newcomer could make you lose your temper and jump about, isn't that a bit too much for you to handle, Mr. Jiang?"
