Wei Feng was startled as the beautifully wrapped dress fell to the ground, the violet silk sprawling out.
"Boss?!" A tremor of astonishment, indeed something had gone wrong!
And it was a big deal!
This was the gown the Boss had meticulously prepared for his wife, handcrafted by a famous Parisian designer who worked overtime!
Now to say it was simply discarded like this, it seemed the big Boss was truly furious…
Did they have another fight?
Han Luoli didn't even glance at the gown on the floor, his long legs took a stride and he stepped over the dress.
"Boss, the press conference the day after tomorrow…" Wei Feng began anxiously.
"Proceed as usual."
Wei Feng nodded and then asked, "Then your dance partner…"
After a while with no response, Wei Feng looked up at Han Luoli, only to see that his long legs had already brought him to the full-view floor-to-ceiling window, where he stood with his hands behind his back.
