Thermometer?
Qin Mu found it amusing inside, but on the surface, she appeared as nonchalant as if she was simply watching the clouds rolling in the sky.
"That's right, I have President Zhang, Miss Qin has President Mu, if we join forces, how many years could it possibly take to bring down the queen of the screen?"
Qin Mu's face bore a shallow smile, but internally she knew that this woman harboured grand ambitions.
"I'm only responsible for designing Miss Wen's gown."
Qin Mu responded with a light smile, ever more aware that if one isn't content with mediocrity, then ambition is essential.
There are so many hurdles in life; without a heart of great magnitude, how could one overcome the multitude of challenges and head towards the light?
Before every light, there is darkness!
"Understood!"
Miss Wen, seeing through Qin Mu's thoughts, didn't say any more, slowly sipping her coffee.
