After Wanqiu hinted, colleagues around the conference table stared at Zhiyi, some eagerly waiting for the drama to unfold.
Zhiyi slowly stood up, leaning on the table: "Sorry, my legs are a bit numb."
"Thank you, Miss Song, for your concern. Like you, I have prepared an electronic copy as well."
With that,
Wanqiu's face froze for a moment as she stared straight at Zhiyi pulling out a USB drive.
Compared to Wanqiu's surprise, Chen Huan's expression was more intriguing.
Calm and composed.
Indeed, she had taken Zhiyi's design ideas.
Unless Zhiyi miraculously found inspiration in the last hour, there was no way she could come up with a good design.
It was not until the design fully appeared on the screen that Chen Huan's pupils dilated, filled with disbelief.
Zhiyi confidently explained: "My theme is... 'water'."
"Everyone knows President Yu for his thunderous methods, but a rainstorm at the villa showed me President Yu's tender side."