Jiang Cheng and Luke couldn't understand Todd's design draft.
But both quietly observed, not wanting to interrupt the designer's creative inspiration.
That observation lasted two hours.
No exaggeration, their legs went numb from standing.
"Done!"
Todd's shout of "done" finally allowed Luke to speak.
"Take a break, your old legs are about to get a thrombosis from squatting so long!"
Luke stubbornly helped the squatting Mr. Todd, and Jiang Cheng hurriedly reached out to assist.
"Ah—-they're numb! Numb!"
Todd grimaced as he cried out, making Luke give him a sidelong glance and say unkindly, "Serves you right!"
"You old Luke, who am I doing this for?"
"If it weren't for your lousy hotel, would I need to squat for this long?"
Todd's voice was loud, but Luke was unimpressed, and dismissively said, "It's not like you helped me for free!"
"How about giving me my design fee back first; I've never seen anyone get paid a design fee upfront; that's sneaky."
