Seeing Su Ziyan on the verge of tears, Qin Yu's heart softened in waves.
If it had been anything else, Qin Yu might have compromised.
But what he was wearing was the work of a master!
Being looked down upon while wearing the master's creation really irked Qin Yu.
Qin Yu said expressionlessly, "There's no negotiation about changing clothes. If you really think I'm an embarrassment, feel free to find someone better for this banquet!"
After speaking, Qin Yu turned and walked away.
Su Ziyan mentally cursed Qin Yu's ancestors for eighteen generations, yet she had no choice but to catch up with his pace.
"Stop right there! Fine, don't change. But you'd better cooperate with me!"
"How do I cooperate?" Qin Yu stopped.
"Just wait a moment. We'll find another place to talk. It's inconvenient here."
Qin Yu nodded and waited quietly.
The sales associate packaged the clothes and returned the card to Su Ziyan, who handed the clothes to Qin Yu with visible irritation.
