3 p.m.
Yuhua Business Building, Shangya Clothing Design Company.
The desk was crammed with manuscripts, fabrics, color cards, and samples piled up into little hills.
Bright and colorful cloth and pattern paper surrounded the area, with various noises endlessly emerging.
"Done!"
Yao Lingling lifted her head and rubbed her somewhat aching wrists.
Looking at the clothing in her hands, a delighted smile appeared on her face.
The sample garment was hand-sewn by her, strictly following Tang Song's design sketch, achieving a high degree of accuracy.
Moreover, the fabric used was of the highest quality, and it could even be worn directly.
She believed that Tang Song would be absolutely surprised to see it.
As a student majoring in clothing design, Yao Lingling's university education only briefly covered pattern making and tailoring skills.
The main reason she could complete it independently was due to her family background.
