The sounds were like two sharp arrows shot out at the same time, colliding in the air and creating invisible sparks.
However, the people in the next private room didn't react much to this little incident.
Because the male model was close to the next room, he naturally walked into the next private room.
Ye Yuhe became excited immediately, her rosy cheeks turning bright red as if ignited by flames.
She abruptly stood up from her seat, the chair creaking behind her as if startled by her anger.
Her eyes were wide open, filled with indignation, and she muttered something under her breath:
"I was the one who called first, why should I be the one to do it!"
As she spoke, she resembled an enraged little lion, fiercely raising her foot to charge towards the next private room.
It looked like they were going to seek a huge justice.
Upon seeing this, Chu Wuyang frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.
She quickly grabbed Ye Yuhe's arm.
Her movements were light yet powerful, like a gentle breeze that could steady the momentum of an impulsive action.
Chu Wuyang bent down slightly, leaned close to Ye Yuhe's ear, her eyes revealing composure and calmness, and whispered softly:
"Ahe, look who's next door?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Yuhe was taken aback at first, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, before she followed Chu Wuyang's gaze.
Upon seeing this, she was immediately shocked, her eyes widening like saucers. She quickly turned her head to look at the adjacent private room illuminated by the lights.
It turned out that the moment the two spoke at the same time, Chu Wuyang subconsciously looked next door, just as the lights shone on, like spotlights on a stage, illuminating the person next door clearly.
The person sitting next door was none other than Yun Yang.
When Ye Yuhe saw it was her, she trembled with anger, and her already clenched fists turned white at the knuckles from the force.
She said through gritted teeth:
"It's right next door!"
They had come here specifically to find her, but they never expected that she would be right next door.
The thought that she shared the same aesthetic as them and was even sitting in the same area made it seem like she might have bought the same clothes that she had her eye on.
She wouldn't normally mind wearing the same outfit as someone else, but if she wore the same outfit as this scheming woman, that would be really bad luck!
Chu Wuyang reached out and gently patted Ye Yuhe's shoulder, whispering:
"Ahe, don't act rashly. Let's wait and see."
Then she whispered something else in Ye Yuhe's ear.
A moment later, the male model came out of the private room and walked towards them.
Ye Yuhe was still angry at this moment, and her initial interest in the clothes on the model had completely vanished.
She sat there with her arms crossed over her chest, sulking, her eyes fixed ahead, like a sulking kitten.
The model stood at the half-open doorway of the private room, looking somewhat bewildered.
Neither advancing nor retreating is an option.
His appearance was somewhat comical.
Seeing this, Chu Wuyang coughed lightly, trying to break the somewhat awkward atmosphere.
She sat up slightly, looked at the model with gentle eyes, and said softly:
"Take a look around first."
The male model stood ramrod straight in the center of the private room, like a professional soldier.
He casually unbuttoned his suit jacket, revealing the exquisite lining underneath.
Then, with steady steps, he walked back and forth, showing off his suit from every angle, displaying great seriousness and professionalism.
At that moment, the designer arrived with a broad smile. He was slightly bowing, his eyes fixed intently on the suit, his gaze full of focus.
She began by explaining the fabric of the garment very carefully, gently picking up a corner of the fabric with her fingers to demonstrate as she spoke.
He also detailed some special cuts and designs, his enthusiasm as if he were introducing his most prized work.
Chu Wuyang sat quietly on the sofa, her slender fingers resting lightly on the armrest.
She tilted her head slightly, a hint of inquiry in her eyes, and looked at the manager, asking in a calm tone:
"Did the customer next door just place an order?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the manager standing beside him immediately looked troubled. His brows furrowed, and his eyes darted around.
Not knowing how to answer, I remained silent.
Ye Yuhe was watching the models' presentation with great interest when she heard that the manager didn't respond.
He jumped up from the sofa, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, eyes wide like saucers, face full of displeasure, and said loudly:
"This doesn't involve any privacy issues, does it?"
She paused, took two steps forward, approached the manager, poked the air with her finger, and spoke urgently.
"We didn't ask about specific sales figures, we just wanted to know how popular this clothing item is!"
"If no one else likes it, then we don't want it either." With that, she reached for the tablet on the table, preparing to return all the items.
Upon seeing this, the manager was terrified, his face changed drastically, and large beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. His heart sank as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He knew these two ladies were of high status; if they cancelled the order, although he could keep part of the deposit, the damage to the brand's reputation and future business would be enormous.
Moreover, the other clients present were all wealthy and influential, and none of them could be easily offended.
He nodded hurriedly, wiping the sweat from his brow, and said in a slightly trembling voice:
"It's booked, it's booked."
Seeing the manager's flustered expression, Chu Wuyang's lips curled into a slight, attractive smile, as if he was quite satisfied with the answer.
A faint smile flickered in her eyes. She reached out and gently patted Ye Yuhe's arm, giving it a soothing squeeze.
He then readily took the tablet from Ye Yuhe and quickly completed the order.
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