The red cloth fell.
On the wooden signboard, the words "Ye Li's Studio" appeared clumsy and ancient, making the sign stand out extraordinarily and catch the eye in the modern-looking office building.
"This piece of wood, I dug it out from a pile of old goods at an antique shop, probably the most expensive thing inside and outside my studio…"
"Those characters, I carved them myself, and my hands hurt for two days…"
She shoved her hand, which showed no signs of labor, in front of Fu Yanci for him to see, and he gently held it in his palm.
Ye Li pushed Fu Yanci into the office.
The office was standard, at a glance it looked like a small department within the Fu Group.
But Ye Li had put thought into the decoration, and at a glance, it was easily recognizable as a design studio.
However, without any exhibited works, it wasn't clear what the designs were meant for.