Custom...customized?

Ye Minglang was so choked by Song Chiyan's words that he couldn't speak.

She swallowed unnaturally, then looked at the various dresses placed in the window. The prices were only in the ordinary styles. If it were customized, it would not be a sky-high price!

Ye Minglang, a poor man, could he afford so much money! She might as well run back to the Ye family to find an old dress she had worn before to deal with...

As soon as he heard Song Chiyan say he wanted to customize, a few receptionists rushed over and surrounded Song Chiyan and Ye Minglang. Before he knew it, the originally quiet shop suddenly became lively.

I heard those receptionists say enthusiastically—

“Does this guest want to customize it?”

"The custom products in our store are all works by Ms. Lilian. Do you need to check out her recent design?"

"You see, you need to customize it. Why not join the membership of our store? Every year, Ms. Lilian's annual works are tried on, and there is also a chance to become a special model for Ms. Lilian."

The enthusiasm of the receptionist made the store's atmosphere extremely high, and Ye Minglang felt more awkward.

Song Chiyan was unmoved by the scene. He said, "Come on a few small dresses, my sister is thin."

younger sister?

Ye Minglang was stunned, and then she heard one of the receptionists say, "I ask the name of this lady, we can check if I have registered in our chain store."

"Song Yaoyu."

Ye Minglang approached Song Chiyan's ear and wanted to ask if the other party really had a sister. Unexpectedly, Song Chiyan had just said the three words "Song Yaoyu", and the receptionists immediately exclaimed.

"You are Song Yaoyu, the eldest lady of Song?"

"Yes." It was not Ye Minglang who answered them, but Song Chiyan.

Song Yaoyu?

This was the first time Ye Minglang heard this name, and just as she was thinking about who this person was, the exclamations of the receptionists became louder and louder, and even turned into long amazement.

They looked at Ye Minglang and then at Song Chiyan. One of them whispered: "If she is Song Yaoyu, then is this person..."

"Song's General Song?"

Ye Minglang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Song Chiyan again. The other party smiled politely at the receptionists, and the girls became excited in the next second.

The receptionists were trying their best to endure the excitement in their hearts. The dazzling light radiated in their eyes, and all of these eyes were turned to Song Chiyan.

"Miss Song, you can rest here now." One of the entertainers walked to Ye Minglang, and she helped Ye Minglang to sit on the sand next to her, and the next second she jogged back to Song Chiyan.

Ye Minglang observed the movements over there from his own position. The girls surrounded Song Chiyan like a group of butterflies, and no one wanted to leave him.

Seeing this, Ye Minglang shook his head helplessly.

Sure enough, the charm of "Mr. Song" is unique, and she couldn't help but sigh.

The noise on Song Chiyan's side became increasingly louder, which made other customers keep throwing curious eyes to Song Chiyan's side, and the person standing on the other side of the shop was Cheng Fangli.
Chapter completed!