His mean words left Tang Xi speechless. She looked helplessly at him and a helpless gleam flickered across her eyes. "In fact, linen sack is not the symbol for simplicity, and peacock feathers don't look that gorgeous."
Chu Ling narrowed his eyes, and gazed deeply at Tang Xi. Tang Xi felt as if his stare had left a hole in her face and could only surrendered, "I'm sorry. Please tell me the problems of my design and I will modify it."
Chu Ling threw her design drawings back to her as he said coldly, "Your first design is called phoenix nirvana, but I can only see a phoenix but nothing about nirvana. You adopted golden hollow-out design. That's good, but there isn't any trace of nirvana in this dress. This is a big failure! Nirvana means a metamorphosis after pain, but what I can see from this dress is only an arrogant peacock…"
"A phoenix." Tang Xi looked at Chu Ling.
Chu Ling cast a cold glance at Tang Xi and she shrugged. "Please continue."
