Qin Qing responded lightly, almost dismissively.
Shen Bin escorted her all the way to the meeting room door before going back to organize his things.
"Master Su, how about we discuss a bit more and finalize a draft? That way, we'll be more prepared this afternoon."
Su Miaotong initially thought it was a good idea, but those words, "how about," made it sound like she was being forced.
She quickly packed up her things, stood up, and didn't even bother to look directly at him. "No need. Since Master Shen has an idea, you go ahead and decide. If I recklessly alter your work, afraid that our ideas won't align, it might be offensive."
Shen Bin's expression remained the same, as if he didn't catch the underlying meaning. "How could that be? Master Su, your skills surpass mine. I still need your guidance."
"Please, I don't deserve it."
