"Which tailor shop are you from?" The man seemed eager to show off in front of his female companion and asked in a condescending tone.
Mu Fan ignored him. As if he had lost face, the man raised his voice. "I'm talking to you!"
Too lazy to deal with someone like him, Mu Fan lifted his eyelids slightly and said, "Yi Zhi Sha!" That was right, the clothes did belong to them.
"Yi Zhi Sha?" The pair had no idea what he meant, but any tailor shop that could attend a Fowen Conglomerate gala had to be a major brand. Could there be some newly opened high-end shop in the city district that we don't know about?
The man was a little embarrassed. He coughed and put on an act. "Oh, Yi Zhi Sha. Go on in."
He failed to notice that beneath the soft shadows of the lights, his female companion's expression was also slightly awkward, though she seemed to have suddenly understood.
Mu Fan gave a hum and walked forward, confidence in his eyes and his chest held high, completely ignoring the whispers behind him.
"Miss Angs, shall we visit Yi Zhi Sha together tomorrow? Might I have that honor?"
"Of course. I've been looking forward to it for a long time as well."
"Ahahahaha, I'm dying here. The people in this place really have such refined thoughts. Let's hope they don't drag you down to that level too." Black was like he had activated a mass-mocking aura tonight. It seemed he had been driven nearly insane by being cooped up in the network these past few days.
"I know you're there even if you don't speak." Mu Fan's lips moved slightly as he kept his voice low.
"If I don't talk, I get lonely." Black's tone