Xiao Yu blinked her eyes, "What is determination, can you eat it?"
Gong Ting was at a loss for words. He heavily placed his coffee cup down, leaned back into the chair, and tapped his fingers on his knee, "Trying to take shortcuts without putting in the effort, where in the world is such a cheap deal?"
Xiao Yu held her glass while drinking milk, staring intently at the man opposite her. He was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, with a straight posture. Leaning lazily in the chair, the sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling window, yet he was more dazzling than the sunlight itself.
Undeniably, this man was quite charming.
"I'm not trying to take a shortcut; I just want to ask you what kind of designs you like—do you prefer European, British, or Japanese styles, or perhaps a pure palace style? Understanding your preferences will allow me to better capture your needs when I start designing."
The man's gaze slowly deepened, "Capturing my needs is not difficult."
