"Little girl, can you sell me this design drawing?"
Pelota's eyes were filled with longing, tinged with a hint of greed.
Tong Ya huffed, "I've already applied for a personal patent for this design, so even if you buy it, you can't mass produce it! If you don't plan on helping me make this wedding dress, I can find someone else."
Having spoken so dominantly, Tong Ya took the drawing from Pelota's hands and left the shop, arm in arm with Chen Yu.
"We even booked a hotel here before coming, and I didn't expect Pelota to be so arrogant."
Tong Ya muttered, her face full of grievances.
With a helpless smile, Chen Yu said, "What can we do when they're famous!"
After wandering around the nearby streets, the two returned to the hotel.
Sitting on a plane all day had tired even the physically fit Chen Yu, not to mention Tong Ya.
