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Not only Wu Zihao, there was also a golden-haired woman with an enchanting figure glued to his side.

The blonde was wearing a tight, dark V dress that made it hard to look away.

Her lips were covered with bright red lipstick, and she was smiling brightly.

"Hello!" Song Jiayin twitched the corner of her mouth, and politely replied.

She had been wondering why a customer had suddenly pointed out that he wanted her to design a wedding ring. Now that he saw Wu Zihao's overweeningly arrogant face, he knew that everything was happening because of him.

Ignoring Song Jiayin's greeting and gaze, Wu Zihao surveyed his surroundings and sighed: "It's this kind of crappy little shop."

"Would you like to design a wedding ring?" Song Jiayin endured it and did not lose her temper.

It was obvious that he was here to pick a fight, and he even brought such an enchanting woman, didn't he want to teach her a lesson?

"How can you, a shop assistant, speak like that? "I don't want to scheme why I'm here?" Wu Zihao moved closer to her, his sharp eyebrows raised, as though he was provoking her.

The gold haired lady beside him grabbed Wu Zihao's arm, stared at him and laughed: "Zi Hao, don't be angry over such a small shop assistant, it's not worth it."

Song Jiayin sighed.

This was her territory, after all, and this was business time. The General Manager had high hopes for her in the morning, if she were to go crazy with Wu Zihao because of her relationship, it would be the perfect trap for him.

She placed the design manual on the table in front of Wu Zihao, and tried her best to slow down her tone as she said: "Sir, please take a look and see if there's anything you like."

Wu Zihao glanced at the manual, and casually threw it to the gold haired girl.

The brochure was filled with the latest and hottest design and styling, as well as the classics of famous masters.

Surprisingly, the blonde only flipped through a few pages before throwing them away in boredom.

She propped up her chin with one hand as she thought, "I want one that looks simple and generous. It has to have both a European style and a Chinese style, one that combines both the Chinese and Western styles."

"..." "Alright." Song Jiayin paused for a moment, and wrote down all of these requirements in her book.

The requirements for this style were quite difficult. Fortunately, she had recently learned a lesson about how to design this style. Plus, as long as she searched for the corresponding keywords on the internet, it shouldn't be a problem.

But right after, Wu Zihao put forward a series of almost impossible requests: "There's still more colors, at least ten different colors. There's also the engraved word, I think that《 Eternal Hate Song》 is more suited to engrave words. Although there are a few more words, you should be able to fulfill our request, right? "

With that, Wu Zihao and the blonde woman started laughing.

A joke that was deliberately made up to humiliate Song Jiayin.

Wu Zihao raised his eyebrow, and a sly smile formed on his lips: "Then I'll leave it to you, designer."

As long as he saw Song Jiayin being bullied like this and unable to retort, and could only endure silently, Wu Zihao felt a little more at ease in his heart.

Song Jiayin gritted her teeth, and her hands under the table also clenched into fists.