Louise discovered that the clothing designs Ye Qiu was sketching now were stunning at first glance. She knew that just Ye Qiu's design sketches alone could likely sustain a large company.
"Qiu, what pen name do you plan to use?"
"Let's use Charles!"
Ye Qiu thought the pen name "Charles" sounded quite good.
Of course, in this world, there were countless people named Charles, so it naturally wouldn't refer to that previous impostor.
"So you're really leaving tomorrow? When will you come back?"
"Wenting has already booked the plane ticket for me. I'll leave tomorrow morning. As for when I'll return, maybe when that batch of wine is ready to be bottled, I'll make time to come back."
Louise was becoming increasingly unwilling to part with Ye Qiu. Previously, she had some selfish reasons, mainly because of Ye Qiu's medical skills. But now, putting those selfish reasons aside, her reluctance to let him go stemmed entirely from fondness.
"What's this?"
