her heart. She angrily slammed the teacups on the table."Clang!" A few teacups fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.The butler standing by shrank back, then forced himself forward to soothe her,...Lin Jinran thought of this, once again shook his head in denial. 。

Lending once maybe possible, but when will mother wake up remains unknown. It's not like I can borrow from Fu Mo Han every time. 。Besides, she really didn't want to have any connection with Fu Mo Han. After the divorce, she hoped they wouldn't have any relationship whatsoever. 。The only way out, it seems, is to divorce as quickly as possible and get the remaining treatment fees from my father. 。

When she previously mentioned divorce, Lin Jinran would feel it was liberation. Now that she brings it up again, there's an indescribable feeling of unease in her heart, making her uncomfortable. 。"Dyeing" A familiar voice came from behind, and without turning around, Lin Jinyu knew who it was. 。Ji Yun's tall figure quickly walked over and sat in the spot where Lin Ruochu had just been. He glanced at the untouched coffee on the table, reached out, picked it up, and drank it down in one gulp. 。After moistening his parched throat, Ji Yun Ting put down the empty coffee cup. He opened the briefcase he carried and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to Lin Jinyan. 。"What is this" Lin Jinran questioned, taking it. 。His eyes scanned the paper, which listed a person's measurements: height, leg length, arm length, and so on. 。Lin Jinran, who studied fashion design, naturally knew what this was. What puzzled her was why Ji Yun Ting gave this to her "I have a friend who wants you to tailor a suit for him. He's abroad and can't come over. This is his measured data..." 。Ji Yun Ting gestured to the waiter, and when the waiter came over, he ordered another cup of coffee. 。Lin Jinran was astonished, unable to believe it. 。She has no fame and has never customized for anyone before. How would she be randomly chosen to customize it "Are you sure you're looking for me"Ji Yun Ting lowered his head to drink coffee, his bangs covering his guilty eyes. After taking a few sips, he put down the coffee cup and met Lin Jin Dye's gaze, explaining, "It's for you. A friend of mine abroad saw your design drawings before, and he thought they were pretty good" 。It's not free to have you do it, you'll be compensated for it. 。It's not a matter of payment, I haven't customized it for anyone specifically. If he wants to customize it, I think it's better to find a professional studio. 。A fair hand placed the paper before Ji Yun Ting, Lin Jin Ran refusing this matter. 。

"Jinyan, you're going to walk this path anyway, why not give it a try Besides, he won't be shortchanging you. Just try it, you might even get some unexpected rewards. 。"Ji Yunting continued to persuade her, "My friend really likes your work. He also said that the style is up to you, he just needs to wear something that fits." 。"Then he took out another card, placed it on the table and pushed it towards Lin Jinran. “This is your reward. It contains the money you need to buy cloth, and the rest is yours. You can manage your time yourself. You should be able to finish it in a month or two, he’s not picky.” 。Listen, it really is a very good thing. Lin Jinran's small face was still hesitant. 。She always felt uneasy, but couldn't say what was wrong. 。Just take it, treat it as a training exercise, be bold and do it. Even if you don't do well, don't worry, I guarantee you... 。He patted his chest and continued to persuade, "Consider this as practice before you open your own studio in the future." 。Ji Yun Ting's words did make Lin Jin Ran feel a little moved. She wanted to open her own studio in the future, and she would sooner or later embark on the path of customization for customers. Since there was an opportunity now, why not give it a try 。"Okay, I got it. " 。She said 。 Jinyan's figure walking into the building. 。So I found a place and waited there like a rabbit hunter, until her figure appeared. 。Fu Shaoqing kept one hand in his pocket, still looking like a carefr...