She knew Jiang Yihuan's tone better than anyone else.
She lay back in the chair, her gaze deep and unfocused.
Jiang Yihuan.
I was really angry last night.
By the time Ye Zhixi got into the car, Ye Qi had already composed herself.
The two returned home.
Ye Jingyan's assistant was standing next to the designer, who was introducing a custom-made suit to Ye Jingyan, who was sitting on the sofa.
Ye Qi and Ye Zhixi walked over and happened to see the designer taking out a suit and struggling to explain:
"Mr. Ye, we have added a new design for you this time."
"The suit has hidden snaps on the shoulders to secure a wine liner that is made of the same fabric and style as the suit. If your suit gets wet at a banquet, you can remove the wine liner to avoid soiling your suit and save time on changing clothes."
The designer explained at length: "To address the issue of suits becoming too stuffy due to the addition of thick wine-proof covers, we have selected a lighter yet more structured fabric this time, ensuring you won't feel hot and uncomfortable in your suit."
Ye Qi: ?
I've never seen anything like this before.
Are there lighter and thinner suit fabrics available now?
Is this what happiness is for the rich?
Ye Jingyan nodded in satisfaction, "That's good, I'll take this one."
The assistant immediately discussed the next steps with the designer.
Ye Jingyan looked at the custom-made suit and became more and more satisfied. This time, he didn't believe that He Nian could ruin his suit.
Ye Qi: "..."
It's over.
My older brother seems to be growing in a strange direction.
*Random Thoughts
Almost 100 chapters! Thank you for your support, everyone!
Huanhuan and Qiqi's past life has come to a temporary end, and there might be a side story about it later, but the main focus is on the present, that is, this life. In this life, they will have many friends and a more wonderful life.
I hope that all the little ones, like Qiqi and Huanhuan, will find friends and confidants whose friendship is stronger than gold.
(Here I am again, clattering along on a shared bike!) (Making a grand entrance carrying a bunch of forget-me-nots!) (Hehe, today is another day to try and charm the little ones.)
Forget-me-not, its flower language is eternal love and deep affection. I hope that children can also have pure and innocent friendships.
(My bike's been stolen!) (Frantically chasing after the bike) (Shouting) (My bike! My bike!)
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