As soon as the words came out, the air seemed to freeze.

Mr. Lu straightened up a little, and his eyes turned from lazy to sharp.

"Young man, you dare to ask about the Flame Dragon Fruit? It seems you are not just being rude. So how did you know about this?"

Chen Changyuan smiled lightly and answered frankly, "How could I possibly have that ability? I just heard it from the hunters. It's hard to tell whether it's true or not, so I'd like to ask you for your clarification."

Hearing his thoughtful words, Mr. Lu did not immediately let down his guard. He just remained silent for a moment and sighed.

"This fruit does exist, but it's rare to find. It's very picky about where it grows. The soil needs to be fertile and the climate must be dry and dry. It's like picking golden eggs from a hen's coop. They're very rare."

Chen Changyuan murmured casually, "It's understandable that people don't have the chance to see something with such extraordinary efficacy."

There was a hint of emotion in his tone. After all, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't let anyone sense his intention to ask deeper questions.

Old Lu sighed and said, "You are quite a smart fellow. Stop fooling around. Now, if you ever come across something unusual, don't just run to the pharmacy first. Remember to ask an old man. He might be able to help you identify it."

Chen Changyuan quickly stood up and clasped his hands together: "Thank you for your kindness, I am very grateful. I will come to ask for your advice again someday."

In the softly lit room, An Caicai stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes wandering over and over again on her goose yellow skirt.

The cuffs were lace and the waist was cut to be neither too loose nor too tight, but I always felt like something was amiss.

Turning sideways, she wrinkled her nose. The fabric on her chest was wrinkled, and the hem of her skirt was longer than she had imagined.

"Tsk, this is also considered cutting your hand... It's weird."

A low voice came out, with a hint of dissatisfaction and annoyance.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and the maid poked half her head in, holding a box in her hand.

"Miss, the tailor just delivered it. They said it's the accessories you left behind."

She hummed casually, pinched her dress unconsciously with her fingers a few times, and adjusted the angle casually, but it didn't look good no matter how she looked at it.

"It's really not good. It doesn't show my figure at all. It looks like I ran into the wrong place."

The maid hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Miss, is this dress a little uncomfortable to wear?"

An Caicai turned her head with a faint smile, but her tone was a little tired.

"Maybe the tailoring was perfunctory. I'm too lazy to complain, so I'll go to the store and take a look. I'll just wait for them for everything, so I might as well just order it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took off her dress and changed into a beige suit, which was simple and elegant.

I stood in front of the mirror and tidied myself up a bit, looking at my reflection. I looked a little tired, but overall I still looked neat and tidy.

Regarding the skirt, she muttered to herself: Mess it up?

impossible.

She casually picked up some cheek powder and mixed it evenly at the dressing table, then tied her hair into a simple bun, looking very capable.

With brisk steps, he picked up his bag and walked out the door.

There was a lot of traffic downstairs, and the sunlight shone through the thin clouds, like a layer of soft gauze spreading on the street.

She stood by the roadside waiting for a bus, and the busy scenes on the street flashed by: white-collar workers running with documents in their arms, and elderly people holding their children in the sun.

No one took the time to look at her.

The driver skillfully drove to the side of the road and opened the door slightly.

She sat down and leaned back in the chair, her eyes lingering on the clasp of her bag, but her thoughts wandered far away.

She was used to not putting much effort into trivial matters, but her attitude changed because of the topic of "socializing" that her father had often hinted at recently.

She would rather keep her ears clear of the hidden meaning of her father's words - to get to know some young talents and pave the way for her network of contacts.

She frowned whenever she heard about this kind of thing, and always felt that she couldn't talk to those young people.

Asking her to meet a well-educated social master is like asking her to dance. There is no barrier between them and her, so she can't get a word in.

But what can I do if I can’t return home? I can’t refuse the wishes of my elders.

With a deep sigh, the car stopped steadily in front of the tailor shop.

She adjusted the hem of her skirt, tidied herself up briefly, opened the door and got out of the car.

What greets you is a sign with a strong woody scent, and the atmosphere is filled with a touch of retro feeling.

She stepped forward and pushed the door open. The quiet and soothing scent in the room made her feel a little relieved.

The tailor shop owner came forward cheerfully, her eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.

"Oh, Miss An is here! How's your dress? Are you satisfied with it?"

An Caicai smiled nonchalantly, pointed at the skirt in the bag, and whispered, "I received the dress, but the size is a bit... problematic. If I change it like this, the senior technicians in the provincial capital will be embarrassed, right?"

The proprietress was slightly stunned after hearing this, then she invited her into the inner room and closed the door in a hurry.

"I'm sure you'll be satisfied with our modifications. Miss An, please feel free to give me your guidance. I'm not in a hurry."

The sound of raindrops outside the window clung to the surface, like a small emotion stirring within someone's heart. Raindrops fell on the glass, blurring the street view outside, but the shop felt even quieter. An Caicai stood in front of the mirror, her right hand impatiently tugging at the hem of her skirt, her left brow slightly furrowed—this dress made her feel uncomfortable no matter how she looked at it.

"This top is so tight it feels like armor, and the skirt is so long it could sweep the floor, and you still dare to say it's tailor-made?" She half-turned around, glanced up at the proprietress, and said in a neutral tone, "I really don't know how this craftsmanship managed to keep the shop open."

The proprietress hurried forward with an apologetic smile. She lowered her voice and explained carefully, "Oh, Miss An, don't worry. We can fix any of these problems. Three days, at the earliest, and I'll satisfy you!"

An Caicai wasn't in the mood for further nagging. She raised an eyebrow and handed over the sheet from her bag. "Move the shoulders of this skirt back three finger widths, tighten the waist, and shorten it to just above the knees. The color isn't right; change it to a darker color, and make it softer. Can you do it?" she asked casually, yet with undeniable confidence.

The proprietress nodded repeatedly, agreeing quickly. "It will definitely be fixed! Master Gao will be overseeing the work right away. I really don't want to delay Miss An's business!"

Hearing this saccharine assurance, An Caicai unconsciously gritted her teeth and didn't respond. Inside, she felt a faint irritation - he couldn't even do one thing right, and he still had the nerve to brag?

Just then, a sporadic sound came from behind her, as if someone had accidentally torn something. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a skinny guy squatting in the corner, worrying about a pile of scattered fabric. The cardboard box next to him had been torn, and the fabric scraps were scattered all over the floor. Isn't this boy too clumsy?

"Xiao Lin, are you so busy?" she asked casually, her gaze casually glancing at his face before quickly shifting to the window. Her gaze was a bit careless, as the rain continued to patter the glass, and the gray sky seemed to sink even lower.

Xiao Lin was stunned by her question and stammered, "Miss An, didn't your car come today?"

"I'm going to pick up my dad. He has things to do." She spoke lazily and glanced out the window. Her sight was briefly caught by the pedestrians outside the rain.