"No way, my parents and my senior brother forbid me from doing this."
Kong Tengyu kept shaking his head in rejection.
His slight build was no match for Fan Sirui's strength, who grabbed his flailing hands and forcibly dragged him back to the fitting room.
"Pretty sister, help me find the opera costumes, I've sent you the styles via WeChat," Fan Sirui called out.
"Okay."
Yang Yuran unlocked her phone, selected the corresponding styles, and sent them over.
She wanted to take a longer look but was met with a closed door.
Fan Sirui casually pulled the curtain shut, and their new round of conversation made her imagination run wild.
"Group leader, I really can't do this, I'm afraid of making my family angry."
"They don't even recognize you anymore, so what are you afraid of, just do as I say."
"I can't, I really can't."
"You can, your body is so flexible, and your foundation is solid. The sample shots we take will definitely dazzle people."
