After waiting for a long time without a reply, Song Tingfan guiltily touched the tip of his nose, but his eyes betrayed a smile.
...
Not long after he left, Wei Yun's servant came to call Lin Qiao. Lin Qiao changed her clothes and went out.
With the recommendation of the Deputy Steward, Wei Yun handed over the blueprints to the Embroidery Workshop Bureau.
Lin Qiao guessed that it had been approved, otherwise Wei Yun wouldn't have called her.
Sure enough, the Embroidery Workshop Bureau was interested in their blueprints.
In the private room, there were four or five men dressed in luxurious clothes, clearly from wealthy families.
Seeing her arrival, Wei Yun motioned her to sit down in an empty seat. Lin Qiao didn't know the others, so she couldn't address them, and simply bowed.
"Mr. Wei, is this the seamstress?" A middle-aged man in a lake-blue robe scrutinized Lin Qiao, showing a bit of disrespect.
