My name is Song Weiqing, and I am an ordinary architect. Rather than using the name architect to describe myself, I think the term drawing dog seems more appropriate. Because there is basically no creation. My daily routine is to listen to the big boss, work hard to realize his wild imagination, and then endure his fickle changes.
I have a few bad friends here who are always jokingly called Mr. Song. Although I don't know when I will really become Mr. Song, I am quick to talk and can only succeed for a while.
Work always doesn't go well, and relationships always take a detour. I feel like I've fallen into a huge trap, and I don't know how to climb out.
Concept: It tells the story of a straight female architect who meets a gentle and affectionate handsome director. How can she survive in an architectural design institute dominated by men? What does it take to realize your dream? Will there be spring for social animals?