Ai Jiang felt her vanity was instantly gratified. The man behind her, she regarded as an unwanted item, and that woman Xia Wanwan, was merely picking up the trash she had discarded. There was no need for her to be so petty!
Thinking this, Ai Jiang turned her head and arrogantly glanced at Xia Wan'an.
Noticing her gesture, He Che's eyebrows slowly furrowed. Hidden behind his glasses, his eyes, gentle yet devoid of warmth, briefly settled on Ai Jiang before he pensively looked away. Half a minute later, he took out his mobile phone, pressed a few keys, and sent a text message.
Not long after He Che's arrival, the Han Family's design competition officially began.
While the host stood on stage, delivering a grand opening speech, someone had already come to collect the works of the participants.
The contestants were not simple characters. Xia Wan'an was somewhat nervous and kept leaning over to He Che to ask, "Do you feel confident?"