"No money?"
Wei Zixian looked at Jiang Xiaobai and Sun Quanbin in surprise, his gaze sweeping across their faces, with an expression as if he'd never seen these two fools before.
"Are you guys out of your minds?"
Sun Quanbin said, "With a heart full of filth like yours, everyone and everything appears dirty. We don't want money, we want justice. Wei Zixian, is admitting your past mistakes really that difficult?"
"It's not about whether it's difficult or not."
Wei Zixian shook his head, he'd rather offer a million than apologize publicly. As a designer, he knew how important reputation was to him. Why would some companies spend millions on him to design a piece of clothing but refuse to pay a lesser-known designer ten thousand? It's because of his honor and fame, once those are gone, he's done for.
"Let's find another way to compensate you."
