"You, my boy, have kept it far too hidden!" Lu Yue said.
"Why do you say that?" Feng Yi's hanging finger twitched.
Lu Yue's voice was filled with excitement as he looked into Feng Yi's twinkling eyes, "The fabric of your clothes is a newly developed material, currently only being used by two or three top international brands, and I couldn't even find a way to buy it. The one you're wearing has gone through special craftsmanship; the texture is so good! Where did you get it?"
"It was custom-made by an elder's friend," Feng Yi said.
"This friend of your elder is not just any ordinary friend," Lu Yue said meaningfully.
In his heart, he thought: Feng Yi, this elder of yours can't be any ordinary elder either!
Either they know someone high up in a materials research company, or they are deeply connected with the authorities of those top fashion brands!
Lu Yue had wanted to ask if Feng Yi could help him get in touch, but he swallowed his words before speaking them.
