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Qian Feng frowned slightly, purposely lowering his voice and said: "Then why did I hear that Teacher Xia's salary had not been paid for three months already?"

The Master explained, "That's impossible. These few times, the Teacher Xia's wages were all given to him. He said that the Teacher Xia had entrusted him to be the one to lead the way."

An Ke Er pursed her red lips and asked tentatively, "Are these designs not good enough?"

Lu Feng Ting's face darkened: All of these are invalid, notify Design Department, immediately scram to the conference room.

An Ke Er blinked her large eyes and pouted. She placed her hands on Lu Feng Ting's temples and gently rubbed, "Feng Ting, don't be so anxious, be careful of hurting your body."

Lu Feng Ting frowned, he immediately pushed An Ke Er out, and asked: "What's the smell of your body?"

An Ke Er was startled, then said: "It's the perfume that you like the most."

The favorite perfume?

Yeah.

He clearly liked women to have a faint fragrance on his body, but it didn't exist on Xia Yun's body. It was clear and light and the tip of his nose would occasionally have a faint smell of lemon laundry liquid mixed in.

Xia Yun... Was he infected by this woman?

Lu Feng Ting waved his hands impatiently. "Don't spray perfume when you come in next time, and tell those trash to go to the conference room."

An Ke Er glanced at herself. Although she was suspicious in her heart, she still nodded obediently and walked out.

After walking out of Office of the President, An Ke Er did not immediately go there. Instead, she grabbed his own collar and took a whiff of it, that's right, this was the smell, why would he suddenly dislike it?

In the meeting room.

Pow!

Lu Feng Ting threw the small design onto the conference table. His perfect face was gloomy, his pitch black pupils were like a black hole in the universe, able to swallow a person up anytime.

"Is this what you've achieved in the past month?"

A deep voice filled with magnetism echoed in the large meeting room.

Below, dozens of design staff all lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe, much less raise their heads to look at Lu Feng Ting.

"You guys only design this kind of trash with the highest welfare and salary in the domestic design world, right?" Lu Feng Ting swept his gaze across everyone present, not showing any mercy because of the crowd's silence. "Li Qian Ming."

"Master Lu."

The Design Department Elder, Li Qian Ming, stood up with a bitter face.

"recite the design concept of the autumn costume for me." Lu Feng Ting sat down and tapped his fingertips on the thick table.

The sound was soft, but it was like an intense drummer beating on people's hearts.

"Flight." Li Qian Ming's voice trembled a little.

"Flight, ugh, Flight." Lu Feng Ting flipped open the blueprint, and took out a piece, shaking it a little, he said: "This sheet, is entirely black, do you want to fly up to the funeral?"