He snapped a photo of a crinkly, ragged piece of paper, upon which, using a 'shocking' twisted stroke, someone had drawn a figure that barely resembled a robot...
Is this what they call a concept sketch?
Jiang: I even refused the trademark of my own product, and now you want me to design this?
He wasn't truly unwilling to help; he just wanted to tease the little ancestor and chat with her for a while longer.
Who knew Xia Ye wouldn't take the bait.
Heavenly Dao, clearly upset: If you don't have time, forget it; I'll ask someone else.
Jiang Xuan: ...
He clenched his teeth and replied.
Jiang: You don't need to ask anyone else; I have time.
As he typed, he quickened his pace unconsciously, as if afraid that a second's delay would mean Xia Ye had already found someone else.
Fortunately, he replied promptly enough, and Xia Ye hadn't found anyone else yet.
When she received Uncle Jiang's reply, she raised her eyebrows slightly.
