Then someone else asked a few questions, the people in the interview looked at each other, and then picked up her design drawings to compare them. Tan Qing nodded to her, "Miss Wen, we'll notify you shortly."
"Okay."
To hell with their notification—she wouldn't accept even if they kept her.
Standing up with dignity, Wen Nuan slightly bowed and almost immediately turned around to leave.
Soon after, the interviewers also left one after another.
Leaning against her car, Wen Nuan guessed that Tan Qing had also come out, so she immediately took out her phone and entered his number.
"We just met, and you already miss me?"
Tan Qing's roguish voice came from the other end. His serious demeanor from the interview had completely vanished, replaced by a cheeky smile: "Nuannuan, congratulations, you're now an employee of MT."
Liar!
Wen Nuan took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the exit, just in time to see Tan Qing walking towards her with a mischievous grin.
