"Aren't you just busy making money?" Chen Cuihua said arrogantly, "What's the point of the bits you earn? I asked you to join me and bring your parents to the provincial city. But you refused. It really breaks my heart."
"I know you're doing well, but I can't rely on you for everything!" Nan Fei genuinely liked Chen Cuihua.
There were many things she would never discuss with Wu Huai or Gongxi Yunqi. But she was willing to talk to Chen Cuihua about them.
"Besides, I earned a lot of money working as your designer." Sister Chen was very generous, her actual compensation had already exceeded their agreement.
"Stop! Don't ever say that. Do you know how much money your designs made me? Do you know how valuable you are?" Chen Cuihua spoke with theatrical exaggeration.
Nan Fei laughed softly on the phone, but didn't answer Chen Cuihua's question. Of course, she knew the value of her designs and her work. It's just like she said while drawing a portrait of Mi Yuezhen in the city square.