Qin Ke's words were swallowed back down; although Su Ran's response was expected, it's Paris Fashion Week, and accessories are essential for models.
As a secretary, it's her duty to handle her responsibilities, so she thought she should try to salvage the situation.
She took a deep breath and began to speak earnestly.
"But President Su..."
"I have my own plans for the brand." Su Ran slightly raised her hand, stopping her from saying more.
Qin Ke: "..."
Had all her prepared words just died prematurely?
She looked up at the person sitting in the office chair, hesitated for two seconds, and then whispered:
"Are you sure?"
Sure you have your own plans? Rather than holding onto a grudge with a petty heart?
Su Ran lifted her eyes to look at her, slightly raised her eyebrows.
Facing President Su's teasing gaze, Qin Ke awkwardly coughed, retracting her doubtful gaze, picked up the stack of documents on the table again, and whispered:
"I'll go reply to the brand."
