At that moment, Rong Qianchen was having a meeting with his subordinates. When he saw it was her call, he immediately stood up and left the study room to answer her call.
"Mr. Rong, there's something I want to discuss with you."
"What's wrong?" Rong Qianchen suppressed his racing heartbeat and asked.
"It's about your friend asking me to design clothes... I'm really sorry. I finished the sketches, but even I am not satisfied with them. You'd better find another designer to do it... Whatever loss it causes your friend, I'll compensate you." Gu Qingxin looked at her sketches, which had no trace of spiritual energy, and her heart felt uneasy.
"Don't be too quick to deny yourself. Can I take a look at your sketches?" Rong Qianchen heard the frustration in her voice and felt upset.
"There's nothing worth looking at, I will destroy these things."
