Feng Jingliang returned from South Korea, following him a bunch of bodyguards into the villa, placing gift after gift in front of her.
Feng Jingliang pointed extravagantly, "I bought these for you, like them or not?"
He resembled the domineering boss often found in TV dramas.
Jewelry, clothes; all were the creative designs of designers.
Seeing her examine them carefully, Feng Jingliang laughed disdainfully, "Don't you want to be a designer? Look at others, then look at yourself, all talk, no practice."
Xiao Ti shrugged, "I've never seriously studied the profession."
Feng Jingliang turned around, his lips curling into a smile, "Go learn, don't let your money mold."
Xiao Ti clapped her hands and stood up, "I'm different from you, dreams are no longer valuable, survival is what's important when living."
Although Feng Jingliang lacked empathetic ability, the next day he recommended a training institute to her and threw money at it to get her in to learn luxury design concepts.