Although Feng Shufen was not a person who had a keen interest in fashion, still one look at the wedding gown was enough to tell me who was the person behind it. He stood at the stairs as he looked down at dress, his eyes holding the coldness of Antartica.
"I disapprove it." He said and just as his words were out the three pairs of eyes turned to look up in the direction. Seeing Feng Shufen with an expression of God of Death, the staff from the store at once looked away, bowing his head to him. It wasn't his greeting to him rather the terror he felt down his spine.
Feng Yi Lan didn't understand his disapproval. She turned to look back at the dress before turning again to look at him. "May I know your reason for disapproving it, brother. I mean I won't be lying if I say this is the best we can ever expect in the present trend."
