"It's different. Director Jiang is only interested in my design skills, not Lan Lan's?" Mi Fei was already trying her best to accept this, but it wasn't as easy as she thought. She still felt like something was pressing down on her, making her unable to move.
"You don't have to worry about this. If you think you're my daughter, then listen to me and give this position to Lan Lan. I'll talk to director jiang personally." Mi Fei's father grabbed Mi Fei's arm, not letting her leave.
"What if she doen't agree? Do you want me to be a designer?" Mi Fei asked, unwilling to give up.
"That's not something you need to consider." Mi Fei's father smiled sinisterly and dragged Mi Fei into Milan's room.
"Dad, why did you bring her in?" Milan frowned. "You know I hate her the most. You don't want me to live in the same room as her, do you?"
