Camille's movements are simply flowing in one go, and Wu Qingran's eyes follow her movements.
She looked at Camille with a puzzled face and asked, "What's the matter?"
Camille pulled the cupboard specially after locking it, and let go of her hand after she was sure it couldn't be opened. It seemed to be a sigh of relief. She raised her head and smiled apologetically at Wu Qingran.
"Sorry, this is what Leo gave me yesterday. This is indeed the design draft she is going to participate in the competition. It can't be leaked before the competition officially starts. I'm really sorry, but... since you saw it just now, don't tell it, OK? Otherwise, I will definitely be criticized, and maybe I will be expelled."
Camille looked at Wu Ching-ran with a pleading face, his eyes flickering as if he could talk, and he looked miserable. He folded his hands and worshipped him
Wu Qingran had her own plans in her heart, but in the face of Camille's plea, she nodded her head and looked firm.