The first time we met after our reunion, he was Party A's consultant and I was the chief project designer. He tore up my drawings in public and said my design had no warmth. Everyone thought I had offended the boss. But no one knew that he was the one who glued my drawings one by one while working overtime late at night, and asked me with red eyes: "Lin Qingyan, you care so much about me, what do you want me to do?"
