"What are you standing there for?"
Fu Yihan's voice was still as icy as ever, devoid of any warmth.
Su Qingnuan forced an awkward smile and walked forward.
"They've already chosen the dress," Su Qingnuan said softly.
"Hmm." Fu Yihan retracted his gaze and turned to A Qi across from him, saying, "Tell Qin Chuan to proceed as we originally planned."
"Alright."
A Qi jogged off.
Watching A Qi's retreating figure, Su Qingnuan asked hesitantly, "Does A Qi also oversee external matters?"
"What external matters?"
Su Qingnuan gasped, caught off guard, and turned back to meet his gaze.
"Answer me!" Fu Yihan frowned tightly. "What are you staring at me for, like an idiot?"
Snapping out of her daze in a panic, Su Qingnuan quickly replied, "Oh, nothing, I was just talking to myself..."
"Talking to yourself?" Fu Yihan frowned. "That's not a good habit. Change it."
"...Okay."
...
The designer was incredibly fast, delivering the dress the very next day.
