Ye Huang said, "Then you can draw something else first, no need to rush her drawing."
Bai Xiao, lacking enthusiasm replied, "Draw what else? It won't make any money anyway."
"Draw for the Blue Butterfly show! Aren't you still expected to produce the design for Blue Butterfly's winter collection?" Ye Huang said.
Bai Xiao thought of Blue Butterfly's pitiful few new pieces this winter, feeling quite unhappy, "Why draw them, I have no obligation to."
"No, you do."
Ye Huang felt the timing was almost right and took out a thick folder of documents, placing it in Bai Xiao's hands.
Bai Xiao's heart skipped a beat, sensing something was about to emerge. She looked at Ye Huang and slowly blinked, "What is this?"
"Open it, and you'll find out," Ye Huang sat on the edge of the bed, smiling lightly.
Bai Xiao felt he was different today, like a fox setting a trap, and her heart became even more flustered.
"Look, I guarantee it's something good."
"Oh."
