Mr. Aires suddenly felt a chill, somewhat bewildered and unsure if he had made another mistake; he was at a loss.
Mu Yin, in pain, wrenched his hand away, completely ignoring his anger, turned to look at Mr. Aires, her smile deepening, filled with anticipation and fantasy like all women in the world, "Mr. Aires, is my evening dress ready?"
"Yes, Miss Luo, my staff have been waiting in the room for a long time and you can go in and try the dress at any time," Mr. Aires, given his reprieve, quickly made a welcoming gesture.
"Good." Mu Yin looked back at the man whose face was clouded with anger and giggled as if nothing was wrong, "I'm going to change my clothes, you wait for me, okay?"
Bo Fengheng's displeasure surprisingly vanished in an instant, and he grunted in assent, then lazily sat down on the sofa with his legs crossed, obediently waiting.
Shen Yifei was shocked and leaned in teasingly, "Sir, the Young Madam just called the plastic surgeon."
