"Ha, she's doing great, couldn't be better!"
Yin Mo clenched her teeth in anger and hung up the phone furiously without explaining the sudden turn of events to Yin Baiyan.
Now that the work had been submitted, it was too late to retract it, and rashly making such a request might raise suspicions and misunderstandings with the organizers. Furthermore, with someone intentionally stirring trouble, it could push matters toward an even more disadvantageous outcome for the Yin Family.
The only hope was that the small company Yan Xiaye mentioned truly had no reputation, so that no one would compare their designs with the luxury products of the Yin Family, otherwise, the situation would be unmanageable.
"Miss Yin Mo, is it too late now?"
Yan Xiaye's hand, holding a tissue, stiffened, avoiding the murderous gaze of Yin Mo. Without needing a response, she knew the answer and frowned heavily with worry.