Song Di trembled slightly, frowning, "That century-old heritage, Jiangnan's number one embroidery?"
"Yeah," Lu Hechen nodded.
Song Di couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy shit, the number one embroidery is amazing! Almost all the costumes for historical dramas are from there. Moreover, their family's embroidery products have accompanied leaders on visits to other countries, becoming gifts from our nation to others. They've even been designated as intangible cultural heritage."
Lu Hechen hesitated for a moment, and a flicker of realization appeared in his eyes.
Soon, it subsided to calmness.
That evening, after sorting out things at the company, Lu Hechen called Weilan.
"I've arranged for someone to pick you up. Stay with me tonight, okay?" His voice was very hoarse and filled with temptation when he spoke.
On the other end of the phone, Weilan said, "I'm sorry, Brother Hechen, not tonight."
"You promised me," he said.
