Qin Mu spoke to her softly, standing beside her without sitting down, but his presence was palpable.
Feng Fanghua lifted her eyes slightly and said indifferently, "Sit down!"
Qin Mu sat down slowly, and the three men in the dining room sighed with relief; once she sat down, there was hope.
"If they dare to deceive me, they better not try to stay in Rongcheng! But haven't you taken any jobs recently?"
"I have two appointments lined up, but they're scheduled for autumn, so there's no rush for me right now."
Otherwise, after returning from Paris, she had tasked her colleagues with all the work, and over the past year, the studio had received many orders, but personally, she had very few.
"Hmph, you seem to have it easy!"
The aunt brought the freshly brewed tea over, and Feng Fanghua picked up a cup, lightly sipping after speaking.
