Because of what Marcus Quinn had just said, A-Tan's cheeks were burning. The hidden meaning in this man's words was getting more and more blush-inducing. Then she heard Yeats Howard cracking a joke, and instantly burst out laughing. "Stop it, let's hurry up and buy clothes. We can't show up looking rude."
"Exactly, exactly, we're short on time, got to rush and buy clothes, and we still need to find a stylist and makeup artist for our little sister-in-law." Yeats Howard bared his teeth as he spoke. Only when Marcus let go did he start rubbing his sore shoulder, then smiled fawningly. "Gentlemen, shall we?"
Yeats Howard took them to a high-end ready-to-wear gown shop that lots of society girls and celebrities loved to browse.
