No one could dislike a pretty, clean young fellow.
Jeff liked Bai Congming and, in turn, hoped to be liked just as much.
So when Bai Congming brought over just one cup of coffee and set it in front of him, Jeff was dumbfounded.
"Why!?"
Jeff waited a long time, but no second cup came. "It wasn't like this before!"
Bai Congming gave a little huff. "You're a little bad guy!"
"..."
Someone Brother Ding disliked, like Li Hao, was a big bad guy, and Jeff, who had brought him here, couldn't escape either.
Little Bai knew this perfectly well, but he also knew Jeff treated him very well, so he hardened his heart and decided to dock him one cup of coffee.
Ding Ding laughed. "You couldn't finish two cups anyway."
"No! That's different!"
No one paid him any attention.
Bai Congming went out with the tray in his arms to share the macarons Ding Ding had brought back with Fang Yun.
Ding Ding acted as though he hadn't heard a thing, his head lowered as he studied two pieces of fabric.
Jeff scratched his head in frustration, Jeff was helpless, and Jeff leaned back in his chair and sulked.
"Submit another shipping sample in two days. If they still can't approve it, Ding..."
"I understand." Ding Ding didn't even look up. "We'll try again."
"..."
He had sounded so certain in front of Jeff, but after Jeff left, Ding Ding tossed the two pieces of fabric aside, his head swimming.
They had tried every treatment they could during this time, but the client's feedback was different every time. If the other party hadn't been a big company, Ding Ding really would have thought they were finding fault on purpose.
One bolt of fabric had been sent back for