In the phone, the person seemed to feel as if his ears might have experienced an auditory hallucination, "Please say that again."
"Deliver a set of women's clothing to Night Villa." Gong Yeyan's voice remained unchanged, still that calm as to be almost ripple-free, as he repeated.
He turned his head to look at Ming Ge, his tone lightly inquisitive, "Measurements."
"88, 60, 87." Ming Ge reported her measurements calmly without blushing or skipping a heartbeat, then named the brand of the dress, "The latest from Chanel."
Gong Yeyan gave a slight nod, conveying Ming Ge's words verbatim to the person on the phone.
Twenty minutes after hanging up the phone, the doorbell rang.
Gong Yeyan walked over and opened the door.
Entering was a man dressed in a suit and sporting gold-rimmed glasses, with the look of a professional, who greeted, "Young Master."
"Come in," Gong Yeyan turned and walked back inside.
Zuo An followed behind.
