Chapter 98 Yes, but It Has Nothing to Do with You
- Every design draft I sent to Fu Cenran was just like a stone thrown to the sea—I got no response whatsoever about them.
- Judging from those implicit and explicit mocking words he said the last time I met him in the studio, he most likely had some kind of misunderstanding towards me.
- I could only tell myself to calm down and put all my efforts into the design drafts.