Mr. Borden capriciously poured the freshly brewed coffee his secretary made down the sink and demanded they hurry up and bring tea instead.
After all, it was only proper to serve tea in the presence of a friend from China.
Now he looked carefully at the designs, one by one...Indeed, they were no common pieces...
He had indeed been very rude just now, completely ignoring Xu He's words. If only he had seen them earlier, it wouldn't have come to this...
Xu He sat composedly at the side, and she had to admit that with Xiaojiang here, her heart felt at ease.
Even though Mr. Borden had not yet mentioned anything related to Baoli Fashion Week, she felt very relieved.
Mr. Borden excitedly discussed the drafts with Jiang Xuan, as though a poet had discovered a poem he tremendously liked.
