C298 No own style

Inwardly nervous, he held his hands in front of his chest, afraid that he had done something wrong.

Every minute and every second felt like torture, but Ma Wenchuan's expression did not change from start to finish, his fingers gently sliding across Yan Luoluo's blueprint.

When he walked to a certain place and stopped, Yan Luoluo's heart rose to his throat, and he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Yan Luoluo had thought that there would be a problem there, but she didn't think that Ma Wenchuan would move his fingers away so quickly. After thinking about it for a few more times, Yan Luoluo felt that she would have a heart attack if she did it again.

Ma Wenchuan moved his finger to the very last part of the blueprint, which could be considered as his finishing look at the design.

Yan Luoluo's heart rose to her throat, and she probed: "How is it? Have you seen what's wrong with it? I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't say. "

Ma Wenchuan frowned slightly, and looked at Yan Luoluo with some misgivings, and asked after hesitating for a moment.

"Lucky Lady, did you really design this blueprint?"

Yan Luoluo nodded, not understanding why he would ask such a question.

Ma Wenchuan couldn't help but sink into deep thought, using his hands to support his chin, and looked at Yan Luoluo in disbelief.

"Lucky Lady, this design is truly a bit difficult to understand."

Yan Luoluo had thought about this many times, but she never expected that Ma Wenchuan would use such a method to criticize him.

Yan Luoluo scratched her head. She did not understand why Ma Wenchuan would evaluate him like that, could it be that he did not understand her plans?

"Why does Mr. Ma say that?"

Ma Wenchuan turned the drawing 180 degrees, facing Yan Luoluo, he extended his long finger and pointed at every corner of the paper.

"From this blueprint, I can see a lot of special characteristics of the designer inside. Because other people have too many things, they don't have your Lucky Lady's ideas anymore.

With just one sentence from Ma Wenchuan, Yan Luoluo instantly realized what was wrong with her. Because she couldn't design a museum, she had read too many books during this period of time.

Even if she did not have such thoughts herself, Yan Luoluo still did it unconsciously, to the point that she lost her style.

Yan Luoluo explained the things that happened during this period of time to Ma Wenchuan.

Ma Wenchuan nodded as if he had suddenly realized something, "So that's how it is. I was wondering why it is different from when I saw Lucky Lady's work."

"How did you see my work?"

Yan Luoluo asked puzzledly. She wasn't some famous person, why would she casually see her work?

Ma Wenchuan realized that he had leaked his secret, and his eyes looked away. He explained in a small voice: "Last time, after you left, I asked Father for some of your works to take a look, I just wanted to see what kind of design your disciple who was taught by him had."

What Ma Wenchuan had said before was the truth, but the last few words that he had said seemed to be concealing it, as if he was afraid that Yan Luoluo would see through his lies just to understand Yan Luoluo better.

However, Yan Luoluo was filled with thoughts on how to handle this design work, so he did not notice the meaning behind his words.

"How could I be your father's disciple? He only taught me a few designs. If you say I'm his disciple, then that would simply be throwing away his face."