Rong Yan could no longer keep his composure when he heard Nan Qiao's voice brimming with confidence.
"Mr. Qiao, are you saying this just to comfort me? I know this situation isn't easy to resolve. The other party has copied all of my designs, not leaving a single one behind. Even if I start drawing now, it's too late, because I don't have that much inspiration either."
Rong Yan spoke the truth because he truly couldn't make it happen.
In this clothing company, there were only two designers, Liu Hui and Rong Yan.
Rong Yan racked his brains but couldn't come up with any solution.
Fu Xingyao, standing aside, didn't question Nan Qiao's words.
He knew that if Nan Qiao said she could do something, then she definitely would. She never made a decision she wasn't confident about, never did things she wasn't sure of.
"Rong Yan, go ahead and do your work. Don't worry about the design drafts; I'll handle them."