"I'm sorry, manager Zhao. I'm a man of perfection and I have many requirements, which caused a certain trouble to you. I'm really sorry."
Maria Zhao's face didn't change. "You don't have to apologize. Our designer has to meet your requirements and serve your ideas, and your requirements are not too much."
Maria Zhao had seen many Party A who was more troublesome than Mike Qiao, while Mike Qiao was just a drop in the bucket.
"That's good." Mike Qiao grinned, showing his white teeth. "In fact, I still have a lot to modify. Since President Zhao said so, I will brazenly make a few more requests to manager Zhao."
Mike Qiao said a few requirements, but they were just words. Maria Zhao listened to Mike Qiao for more than an hour, and then Mike Qiao let go of her poor ears.
Maria Zhao walked out of Mike Qiao's office with a notebook that had recorded a whole three pages. She didn't notice the strange gaze from the employees at all, so she got off the elevator and went back.