Louis curled his lips, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.
"By the way, if there's any fashion show, design exhibition, or any event you'd like to attend, just let the secretary know. The company will try its best to get tickets for you and cover all the expenses," Louis spoke again.
Qiao Mo's eyes widened a bit: "Any event in the world?"
"Yes." Louis showed her a gentle smile.
Qiao Mo was truly astonished now. She thought it was already great when Louis mentioned designer privileges before, but it turned out to be even better than she imagined.
Of course, Louis wouldn't tell Qiao Mo.
In fact, there are fewer than ten designers in the company with such privileges.
Considering Qiao Mo's experience, she's indeed receiving quite a preferential treatment. But recalling how his mother kept nagging him at home...
"I say, your wings have grown, haven't they? Xiao Mo is heartbroken right now. Do those worn-out exhibitions mean anything?"
