Jie Xi looked utterly disdainful, then took the sketch—and was stunned.
The waiter's face was indifferent: Go on, go on, I knew it. Put away your pride already, I've demoed that expression a hundred times.
She continued scrolling through her Weibo.
Ahhhhh, Gong Beitang, ultimate hottie, male god why are you so handsome, I could lick the screen ten thousand times and never get tired.
And then, her screen just went black.
"Jie Xi, you freaking psycho, why did you shut down my computer for no reason, ahhhh! You're ruining my time with my male god!!"
"Watch your manners!" Jie Xi said coldly. "Get back to work properly!"
"So fierce, keep this up and I'm quitting, hmph!"
"What did you say?"
"I said, you used to design menswear so well, why do you have to design womenswear!!"
She'd originally thought his designs were super good, but now that she'd seen how far behind he was compared to some people, she really felt he might as well go back to designing menswear.
