Two hours later, the initial draft of the design revised according to Ning Jiandong's suggestions was finally approved.
She put down the pen, flexed her wrist, massaged her slightly sore fingers, glanced at Ning Jiandong who was staring at the drawing without blinking, and got up to peel an orange.
She didn't know what variety of orange it was; its skin was green and thick, and while peeling it, the juice on the skin was quite fragrant.
Catching the familiar scent, Ning Jiandong looked up from the drawing.
Yi Chichi happened to scoop out a segment, noticed his gaze and handed one over, "Want one?"
"No!"
This thing is horribly tasteless; if it didn't smell good, he wouldn't have agreed to keep it in the office.
Seeing Yi Chichi about to pop the orange segment into her mouth, Ning Jiandong, out of concern for the younger generation, reminded her, "It tastes bad, sour, bitter, and dry."
Yi Chichi didn't believe it, "It smells nice, and the segments look plump."
