Qiao Xi had long known that the Xia family still had her mother's belongings, but she did not know what they were. She did not expect that there would actually be some designs.
Qiao Corporation relied on fashion design to make a fortune, but she had never heard that her mother knew how to design as well. Moreover, her mother stopped interacting with the Xia family when she was young. Why would the Xia family have her old designs?
"Old Master Xia, you're indeed very smart. You're using my mother's belongings to force me to go back." Qiao Xi's eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice gradually turned cold.
Xia Cheng smiled proudly. "How can I force you? You're a child of the Xia family. Of course, we all hope that you can come back. Come quickly. Everyone is waiting for you!"
"Alright." Qiao Xi's eyes were filled with coldness as she hung up.
