[He's getting more and more pretentious.]
[Even one more glance at him is unbearable.]
[There really aren't many people in this world more pretentious than Song Zhixing.]
[He's practically oozing patronizing dad energy.]
Xie Yanci lowered his head and sniffed his suit jacket, pretending to do so casually.
Did he smell?
He had clearly put on cologne.
[Tsk.]
[He really is good-looking.]
[No wonder he can make so many young girls scream.]
[Too bad I'm already twenty-seven. That doesn't work on me.]
What was supposed to work on a twenty-seven-year-old?
Xie Yanci had genuinely never thought about it.
A flashy peacock like Xia Shian?
Song Zhixing was that type too, but Xu Shi seemed to dislike Song Zhixing as well.
Then who?
Who was a man his wife could stand?
Xu Xingqi?
Wen Yu?
Not Wen Yu.
Xie Yanci unhurriedly looked through the designers' work, his brows tightly furrowed.
His grave expression made everyone nervous.
After all, he was the big boss from headquarters in Germany. Everyone had seen his ability over the past five years; one could say he had led Liva to the number one spot among high-end luxury brands.
He had seen every kind of excellent work, so his standards had to be high.
Everyone remained perfectly still, watching President Xie's expression intently.
They longed for their own work to be chosen.
Although President Song had said this had nothing to do with selecting the chief designer, whoever the big boss from headquarters personally chose would surely become the next chief.
Everyone was incredibly nervous, except Xu Shi, who did not care in the slightest.
He was not a designer, and none of the work in Xie Yanci's hands was his.
Whoever Xie Yanci chose had nothing to do with him.
It was just that-
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