Later, several customers came in to buy clothes and couldn't help but be attracted.

Soon, more than a dozen women were standing behind Zhou Sese.

She was even happier and continued to work hard.

When I finally stopped, the hairband on the sewing machine was almost sparking.

Zhou Sese stood up and patted his sore shoulder with one hand, "Okay, go try it."

She handed the clothes to Gao Yang with both hands.

Gao Yang nodded excitedly.

I couldn't wait to go to the fitting room.

The effort of both front and back feet.

The little girl, unable to contain herself, hurried out and said, "Sister, look."

Gao Yang turned around a few times and looked at herself in the mirror. "It looks so good. It makes me look thin and tall. I really like the bow on the collar and the small ribbons on the cuffs. I love this dress so much. Sister, you are amazing."

The color that suits her complexion very well matches Zhou Sese's style, and it looks so beautiful on Gao Yang.

At this moment, a customer recognized the dress and said, "Isn't the fabric of this dress the same one that was hanging on the mannequin yesterday? How come it's completely different?"

Gao Yang couldn't wait to pull Zhou Sese over, "Yes, yes, that's the skirt. It was my sister who helped me modify the style. My sister studied abroad, drank foreign ink, and learned from foreign designers."

She calls me "sister" all the time, as if she is very close to me.

Zhou Sese's face was stiff as she smiled. Although she was not socially anxious, she still found it difficult to cope when she met a social bully.

Although Zhou Sese's gray Dacron clothes made people a little suspicious, after all, these people saw with their own eyes how the pile of cloth emerged from its cocoon and became a butterfly under Zhou Sese's hands.

Seeing is believing, what else can you doubt?

Couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Some of them were eager to ask, "How much does it cost to alter a piece of clothing?"