Yu Zimu's eyes grew even brighter. He said, "Although my right hand is no longer usable, my left hand can replace it. Since the accident, I've been training my left hand. Although it's not as flexible as my right hand was at its peak, it's much stronger than the average designer's. I can demonstrate for you."
Chuchu still didn't have much hope for him. How could a left hand trained for only a year or two compare to a right hand used for over ten years?
"Mr. Yu, we need a chief designer who can carry the weight. Why don't you start at another garment factory as an ordinary designer and work your way back up?"
Yu Zimu said, "Your studio is quite small."
Can't he speak properly! Chuchu: "...We have high standards."
Seeing that Yu Zimu was about to say something else, Chuchu took two steps back, assuming a disdainful expression: "You... are quite a heavy taste. I'm leaving." With that, she turned to leave.
