Louis said in a very light tone, as if his treasure had been smashed into pieces. Hearing this, Wendy's heart skipped a beat.
Turning around, Wendy's long eyelashes fluttered. "Boss, you..."
As if he had expected his inappropriate words, Louis Wellington continued, "It's a pity for the industry to lack such an excellent designer."
"It's rare to hear boss praise me. I didn't expect it to happen in this old elevator." Wendy Cassia teased, but she didn't know why she felt a little disappointed.
Thinking of John Wilson, who he met at the door of the apartment the other day, Louis opened his mouth, but suddenly didn't know what to say, so he held it back.
Noticing his action, Wendy asked softly, "Boss, do you have something to ask me?"
She found it.
Louis Wellington was flustered as if he had been caught, but it just flashed by. Since he had been caught, it was better to ask her as a leader's concern for his subordinates.