Charles gave a cold reply to the female store manager, turned around, and walked past her.
Ji Chicheng followed in his steps.
Under the guidance of the female store manager, they arrived at a hall filled with models, each dress being extraordinary and refined.
"Just need to trim the edges on this one, nothing else needs to be changed."
"OK."
"Vic, Mr. Charles is here."
"Hello, Mr. Charles. I'm sorry to keep you waiting."
"Where's the dress?"
A thin pink gauze was draped over the model's shoulder; he took it off, wrapped it around the model's waist from behind.
Then he tied a loose knot on the model's right side, with just one loop.
He took another look, shook his head, dissatisfied.
He lifted the end of the gauze ribbon, pulled it open, took a pair of scissors from the side, and cut both ends of the ribbon, then tied them into two bows.
He placed it down, leaving it on the skirt near the thigh area.
