Chu Yihan knew there was no chance of seeing her at this hour, so he did not linger. He left with his two attendants.
"All right, our Xiao Qiao will definitely go later. Let me wish you both a pleasant lunch tomorrow in advance."
With a broad smile, Sister Jin warmly escorted him outside and watched until he got into his car and drove away.
She patted her freshly styled curls, turned around, and leisurely made her way toward the Little White Building behind them.
"Xiao Qiao, what are you busy with?"
When Sister Jin entered the room, Su Qiao was busy working beside the desk in the bedroom.
Su Qiao turned toward the voice. "Sister Jin, is that you?"
"It's me." Looking at her somewhat vacant eyes, Sister Jin secretly sighed with regret.
When her gaze fell on the desk before her, she was instantly astonished. She hurriedly picked up the drawing paper and examined it carefully.
The drawing showed a beautiful long white-and-blue feather dress, along with a pair of feathered wings. It was unique, gorgeous, and filled with Immortal Qi.
"Did you draw this?"
Su Qiao blinked. "Yes. I was just doodling. I wanted to make a few more distinctive performance outfits."
"I never imagined that besides singing and songwriting, you had this talent too. I really struck gold with you."
The club also had old tailors who specialized in studying and designing things like these. They often made unusual props, such as the feather fan in her hand, the feathered hair ornament on Tang Meina's head, and the lace gloves embroidered with delicate little flowers that she wore.
Still, they had never thought of pairing such a gorgeous long feather dress with such magnificent and sacred feathered wings.
And the color combination was truly perfect as