Zhou Jingya sat in Zhou Hongqi's office, feeling uneasy in front of his hopeful gaze.
"Xiao Ya, you know how to design clothes, right? While the fashion is selling well, hurry up and design some new clothes."
Designing clothes wasn't simple, and Zhou Jingya couldn't do it.
She bit her lip and looked up with a smile, "Dad, I've not been in a good mood recently, which affects my design work. Let me go home, calm my mood, and then I'll draw the design sketches."
Zhou Hongqi took out his phone and transferred one hundred thousand dollars to her, "Take this money to buy some food you like, and a new outfit. Xiao Ya, our company is counting on you. In the future, I'll definitely give you shares in the company. If your brother can't manage the company, it'll be yours to run."
Zhou Jingya took the bait.
She was terrified that Nan Qiao would come over and accuse her of plagiarism; she still had two sketches that she dared not reveal.