Suddenly.
Pei Yunge's phone rang and she answered the call without looking up.
"What's wrong?"
Song Yao's voice sounded from the other end. "What color are you wearing tomorrow?"
Pei Yunge licked her lips and narrowed her pretty eyes. It was not long before she remembered.
"The grayish-blue one."
That gray and blue high-end gown was specially flown over by the Old Master. It was a seasonal gown.
"Okay."
Song Yao had also seen that piece and was quite satisfied with Pei Yunge's choice.
"Miss Song, did you call in the middle of the night to ask me this?"
Pei Yunge asked with a faint smile as she twirled the pencil in her hand.
Song Yao probed, "…Then, what are your plans with your brother now?"
However…
Pei Yunge exclaimed and suddenly leaned back. The corners of her lips curled up lazily as she started to run her mouth fearlessly.
