360

There are still a few days before the National Congress convenes, and Bai Xiao's hand has gradually healed, while Capital City in June has already entered the height of summer, with the weather being hot and dry.

Bai Xiao, who disliked the heat, was too lazy to go out and stayed home to draw design sketches—sigh, the autumn collection had just been finalized, and the studio had already started urging her to work on the winter collection, as well as a few gowns for some big names.

Bai Xiao felt like she had incurred a mountain of debt, which gave her a massive headache.

All those design drafts, when would she ever finish drawing them?

Ah Rong didn't understand these things and only knew that the young mistress's drawings were beautiful and she was easy to get along with. Every time she reported to the First Lady, at Ye Huang's instruction, she would add a few more complimentary words.