Lin Qingqian's gaze followed his figure up. His handsome face was slightly cold, as if he was not too happy.
Jiang Yanshen walked back to the chair and sat down. His eyes were lowered, and it was unknown what he was thinking.
Lin Qingqian wanted to say something, but she swallowed her words. She had to deal with her work first.
—Knock, knock.
Han Liubai knocked on the door and entered. His gaze subconsciously glanced at the man sitting on the chair before looking at Lin Qingqian. "Have you finished reading the information?"
Lin Qingqian nodded. "I'm done."
"Do you have any good suggestions?" Han Liubai walked in and asked, not avoiding the fact that there was another person in the office.
Lin Qingqian pushed the information in front of him and said softly, "There's nothing wrong with the overall style, but this time, Ren Guangxi's album focuses on his original intention. There's no need to be so strong in terms of color. It's too sharp and doesn't match his temperament. Also—"
