A single sentence caused everyone present to instantly fall silent. The smile on Cheng Yuanyuan’s face suddenly froze. Ji Xinxin snorted coldly. Only Ling Chuxia stood quietly for a moment, then took the dress from Cheng Yuanyuan’s hand and walked a few steps forward. Xiao Zhao stood there with an apologetic expression and a trace of unease.
She looked up at Xiao Zhao. Her beautiful face remained calm, and there was no ripple in her eyes; she even curved her lips slightly in a faint smile, her voice as gentle as ever, "Quickly send the dress to the Young Master. Don’t delay the Young Master’s important matters."
After speaking, she lifted her hand and handed the dress she was holding to Xiao Zhao.
Xiao Zhao, for a moment, was somewhat shocked by Ling Chuxia’s calmness. After all, this was a woman’s dress. President Shi couldn’t have bought it for himself, and the style wasn’t something he would buy for Mrs. Shi. Since the dress wasn’t bought for her, then it must have been a gift from President Shi to another woman...
Her own husband, ordering dresses specifically for another woman... yet Ling Chuxia could remain so calm, even gently telling him not to delay President Shi’s business.
Xiao Zhao could see that Ling Chuxia’s current calm was not a forced calm but was genuinely calm, so much so that it seemed as if President Shi was not her husband but merely an insignificant man.
He had always known that the relationship between President Shi and the Young Madam was not very good, but he hadn’t expected it to be this bad...
As he took the dress, Xiao Zhao’s hand trembled slightly. He restrained himself, nodded slightly at Ling Chuxia, and then turned to leave.
After Xiao Zhao left, Ling Chuxia returned to the sofa nonchalantly, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea.
Ji Xinxin seemed used to her behavior and didn’t even have the desire to speak to her. She just turned her head and said to Cheng Yuanyuan, who stood awkwardly to the side, "Why hasn’t my dress been brought over yet? I’m in a hurry!"
After a while, Ji Xinxin and Ling Chuxia took the elevator down to the underground parking lot.
Ji Xinxin carried her clothes and walked ahead, while Ling Chuxia followed silently behind. Neither of them spoke as they quietly headed towards where they parked.
While walking, Ji Xinxin suddenly stopped. Puzzled, Ling Chuxia also stopped and saw Ji Xinxin staring steadily ahead. Her gaze followed Ji Xinxin’s.
Not far ahead was where they had parked.
However, standing beside their car were a few people. Among them was a man with a deep, handsome face and tall, well-built stature. A perfectly tailored suit wrapped around him, accentuating his extraordinary elegance. He stood there lazily, needing to do nothing yet effortlessly drawing everyone’s attention, making it impossible to look away even for a moment.