After hanging up the phone, Lian Xinying opened the new text message to check the client's address.
The address was at a resort villa.
Meanwhile, Jian Yu, who had put the cart before the horse, was struggling to persuade Yan Ye.
"Boss, let someone take your measurements, it's no big deal!" Jian Yu told Yan Ye he wanted to give him a suit, and Yan Ye had no objections.
But when Jian Yu mentioned that a woman would come to take his measurements, Yan Ye disagreed.
If Jian Yu had hired a male tailor, Yan Ye wouldn't have been so strongly opposed.
Getting a woman to measure him, his intentions were as clear as day.
"I don't need a woman!" Yan Ye's thin lips were tightly pressed together, his jaw tense.
His cold and handsome face was peerless.
He was dressed simply in a casual white shirt, which was much looser compared to formal attire.
Below, he wore peacock green slim-fit shorts, exuding an aristocratic air.
