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By the time Zhao Liang had reacted, Xia Yun had already gotten up and left. He grabbed two paper towels, wiped the wine on her face and roared at Xia Yun: "Bitch! You're fired! "

Outside the restaurant, on top of a black coloured BMW, Qian Feng glanced at Xia Yun who was about to leave the restaurant and dialed a number.

Just like the Design Department, it was also a brightly lit Office of the President.

Dong, dong, dong.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

An Ke Er carried a cup of steaming hot coffee in. Smelling the pungent smell of the paint, she couldn't help but cover her nose, and then handed the cup to Lu Feng Ting, saying: "Wind Court, take a break." He had been sitting in front of this drawing board all day.

Right now, a large majority of the designers all used computers to design their clothing, but Lu Feng Ting was extremely fond of the drawing boards that he could actually touch.

Lu Feng Ting put down the brush, received the coffee and took a sip.

It was a little hot.

He had asked for it, and he always thought scalding coffee was more refreshing.

An Ke Er's hand covered her nose, intentionally or unintentionally, she took a glance at the half finished product on the drawing board and nodded: "As expected of the clothes designed by our Wind Court, it's a fashion, extraordinary!"

Lu Feng Ting did not speak, he took a sip of coffee, his pitch black eyes stayed on the drawing board for a moment, then he tore off the design.

The torn pieces of the design were thrown to the side, piled up together with a pile of other pieces that had also been destroyed.

After a tight day, more than twenty of them had been torn off.

This was Lu Feng Ting.

It was because he was so critical of his own design that he had established his place in the world of design at such an age.

Just then, the phone on Lu Feng Ting's desk rang.

An Ke Er immediately ran over, and was about to turn the switch. Unexpectedly, Lu Feng Ting opened his mouth and asked: "Is it Qian Feng?"

An Ke Er was startled for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

"Bring it here."

"Oh."

An Ke Er handed over his phone, thinking to herself, just what kind of important matter could cause this master to be willing to pick up the phone when thinking about Fan Ka?

Lu Feng Ting frowned and asked: "Is Xia Yun alright?"

Hearing the name Xia Yun, An Ke Er's heart tensed up.

"Don't worry, Miss Xia Yun is doing very well. She did not give in and has already left the dining hall." Qian Feng reported truthfully.

"Very good." Lu Feng Ting said in a deep voice, "Send someone to follow Xia Yun, don't let anything happen to her. Carry on according to the plan with Zhao Liang;

With that, Lu Feng Ting hung up the phone.

"Switch off your phone."

Lu Feng Ting said indifferently as he handed his phone over to An Ke Er.

An Ke Er held her mobile phone and stood at her original spot, her lips silent. Just as she was about to ask, Lu Feng Ting said softly: "Get out, I'm not telling you to come in."

With that, Lu Feng Ting picked up the brush.

Seeing that, An Ke Er tactfully walked out.