In the attic on the second floor, Awen is doing the accounting. After her clothes are uniquely designed and her rouge and gouache are more moisturizing than others, many customers come in. The accounts in the store usually need to be counted once every three days.

Yang Lilong was tired from drawing, so she stood by the window to stretch her muscles and looked at Duan Jiahong outside. She couldn't help but call Awen who was doing the accounting: "Awen, your fiancé is here."

Awen was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Come as soon as you come. If you come just in time, I will return all his assets to him."

What happened last time really pissed her off. This man used to be so gentle and gentle, why has he become so overbearing now?

Could it be that after following people in power for a long time, you have learned to be ruthless and domineering?

Yang Lilong looked at Awen who was so angry that her head was almost smoking. She felt that there was something going on that she didn't know. She was not as talkative as Bao Le, so she was embarrassed to speak.

"Are you... okay?"

Awen gritted her teeth angrily: "No."

Yang Lilong looked at Awen who was so angry that she instinctively ran away, otherwise bad luck would befall her.

Awen walked to the window and looked at the hesitant Duan Jiahong, gritting her teeth even more angrily.

Holding something in his hand, he must have come to apologize, but after being here for so long, he is still at the door with no intention of coming in. This person did not come to apologize intentionally.

She was so angry that she slammed the window shut.

Duan Jiahong, who was below with both ears and eyes, heard it and hurriedly glanced above, swallowing in fear, his small eyes full of anxiety.

He had never been afraid when facing thousands of dollars, but suddenly he was afraid of the man upstairs.

The mood at this moment is simply beyond words.

In the end, Duan Jiahong finally stepped into the shop, with a look of death on his face that dumbfounded the customers buying clothes.

This doesn't feel like an apology, it feels like a fight.

Duan Jiahong went straight to the second floor and came to the attic without hesitation. He watched Awen sitting on the round table doing accounts. He held the jewelry box and placed it directly on the table.

"I'm here to apologize." His tone was stiff, his words were sharp, and he looked businesslike.

Awen glanced at the box on the table, looked at Mr. Duan standing aside, and laughed: "I'm afraid you've gone to the wrong place."

Duan Jiahong shook his head hurriedly, with shame on his yellow skin: "What happened last time was my fault. I should have been beaten. I will never do it again."

Looking at Duan Jiahong with his head drooped, Awen continued to flip through the account books without changing her expression, completely drying them aside.

"Sister Yang, this Spring Festival is coming to an end soon, won't the few styles we designed be enough?"

Yang Lilong walked over awkwardly and took a look at her picture album. There were more than a dozen styles, why were there not enough?

"Then I'll draw a few more styles."

Awen nodded: "I want the red one, which is festive, and other colors with red are also fine."

"Okay."

"Sister Yang, what do you think about us running men's clothing?"

Yang Lilong thought for a moment and shook her head slightly: "I can handle women's attire, but I'm afraid it's hard to control men's attire."

Awen recalled that her father and brother's attires were nothing outstanding, and she immediately said: "It's just normal, with one or two couples' packages occasionally."

"Couple package?" Yang Lilong was confused for a moment.

"Awen and I are engaged like this, so we can wear couple's suits." Duan Jiahong explained quickly, and after being exposed for so long, he finally said a word.
Chapter completed!