Meng Xin Zhi sincerely applauded Nie Guangyi, "Mr. Nie aspires to great heights."
"That's kind to say, that's kind to say." Nie Guangyi feigned humility, "It's just a normal dream for an architect, just like how film actors want to win an Oscar, and dancers all want to win a Benois."
"I've never thought about winning the Benois Dance Award."
Although still young, to some extent, Meng Xin Zhi already felt that she was past the age of constantly talking about dreams.
"Almost forgot, the lady is an outstanding dancer. If you haven't thought about the Benois Dance Award, perhaps you've considered the Chrysanthemum Award?"
Nie Guangyi hurriedly added, "Just to clarify, I'm talking about a very serious Chrysanthemum here."
Having finally piqued the lady's interest in conversation, he didn't want to create any unnecessary misunderstandings because of a common flower.
If Nie Guangyi hadn't said anything, Meng Xin Zhi wouldn't have thought otherwise.