Allen: "There's a saying in New York City: 'A woman who owns AL owns the world's wardrobe.'"
Liao Qian: "That's right, it's a pity I'm not a woman. If I were a woman, I would marry you and never have to worry about clothes for the rest of my life."
Allen: "Haha, you can marry me even if you're a man! I can make clothes for you too, and I'll perfectly show off your abs and your physique."
Anyang: "Ah! This..."
These words severely damaged An Yang's impression of Allen. He was fine when he wasn't talking, but once he spoke, he sounded so vulgar, spouting all that about lines and appearance—how greasy! Indeed, those at the top are easily swayed by the wind. An Yang had hoped this gentlemanly man could distract An Ning, but now it seemed unnecessary.
Liao Qian: "Allen, I've brought friends here to have fun today, so you'd better use your skills to help Anning and Anyang design some nice dresses."
Allen: "I know. I can tell from the dress Miss Anning is a person of good taste. This limited edition dress is not something that ordinary people can buy..."
Anning: "It's not as good as you say, it's just so-so."
Liao Qian: "He's already a bread tycoon, yet he's still so humble."
Allen: "Oh my god, no wonder you seemed so approachable. You're the Bread King! I love your bread; the taste reminds me of my mother. You're amazing."
An Ning: "You flatter me, you flatter me."
Allen: "My design studio is just ahead. Please walk through this corridor."
An Ning pinched An Yang. This Allen was so awkward! Allen was wearing a blue suit today, and his golden hair was tied back with a red bow. Although he gave off a gentlemanly vibe, neither of the sisters liked him much when he spoke. An Ning felt that although Allen appeared gentlemanly on the surface, he was actually gloomy inside, which made An Ning unable to get close to him. Especially when he deliberately lowered his voice to speak, it made her feel uneasy all over.
To enter Allen's studio, you have to walk through an indoor corridor. The corridor is filled with mirrors on all sides. Anning looked at the corridor and wondered if she would accidentally expose herself while walking on it, since she was wearing a skirt today. As she approached the corridor, Anning slowly stopped.
Liao Qian: "What's wrong? Are you afraid these mirrors will break...?"
Anning: "I'm wearing a skirt, I can't walk over..."
Allen: "I can carry you over."
Thunder: "Get out of the way."
Lei Ting suddenly pushed away Allen, who was reaching out to hug An Ning, walked up to An Ning, picked her up in his arms, and strode across the mirrored corridor. An Ning naturally wrapped her arms around Lei Ting's neck. It was so warm; this embrace felt like something she had been longing for.
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