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âIâm sorry, I seem to have entered the wrong shop. My friend is waiting for me. I have to hurry over. Goodbye!â
Jiang ranxi was afraid that the shop assistant would get suspicious, so she made up an excuse in a panic.
She ran for a long distance and even went downstairs before she leaned against the marble pillar and panted.
She took out her phone and looked at the photo she had secretly taken. The girlâs dress was very clear.
The more she looked at it, the more she liked it, as if she could already imagine what she would look like wearing it.
Itâs really good looking, too good looking!
No wonder it was designed by a famous designer. No matter how many times he looked at it, he was still amazed.
Jiang ranxi couldnât wait any longer. She called someone immediately.
âSister Fangfang! I have a picture of a dress here, can you make me one that looks exactly the same? Iâm in a hurry, I must do it well tomorrow!â
The other party replied, â no problem. Send me the photo. &Quot;
âSister Fangfang, youâre the best!â Jiang ranxi was overjoyed, as if the heavens were helping her. She switched her phone to WeChat and sent the photo over.
The other side soon saw it.
However, a cry of surprise came from the phone, â my God! This was designed by Chanel? Ran Xi, you canât do this! The designs of these famous designers have their copyrights. I canât just copy them. Thatâs plagiarism! If the other party pursues this matter, I ...â
&Quot; what does that matter? â Jiang ranxi retorted. &Quot; no one will know that you did it! &Quot; Aiyo, sister Fangfang, please help me. I beg you, just this once, just this once!â
âSigh, then ... Iâll change some places ...â
âNo! It must be exactly the same, I must be exactly the same, I canât change it, not a single part can be changed!â Jiang ranxi insisted.
In the end, under her coaxing and pestering, the other party still agreed.
Jiang ranxi hung up the phone, her face full of satisfaction.
âMu Xiaoxiao, so what if young master Jie ordered a gown for you? In the end, Iâll be the one wearing this dress and dancing with young master Yi!â
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In the end, han qiqing couldnât stand it anymore and called Xiaoxiao, but she realized that she couldnât get through.
Xiaoxiao had turned off her phone!
Qiqing was frightened. She thought that Xiaoxiao was too sad after seeing her message on WeChat and finding out about this.
âWhat do we do, what do we do, what do we do!â
Han qiqing tugged at song Shijunâs clothes, extremely anxious.
âDonât pull my clothes, theyâre going to be torn.â Song Shijun hurriedly took back his clothes.
Han qiqing said anxiously, â Xiaoxiaoâs turned off her phone! She must have seen the message I sent her and found out about it. She must be very sad now. Maybe sheâs hiding somewhere and crying!â
Song Shijun asked, â could her phone have run out of battery? â
Han qiqing glared at him. &Quot; do you think itâs such a coincidence? â
Song Shijun frowned, feeling a little worried. &Quot; indeed, if Xiaoxiao finds out, sheâll be very sad. &Quot;
âNo! I want to find Xiaoxiao! Where do you think she is? She was in Yin Shaojieâs office earlier ... Han qiqing thought for a moment, then turned and ran upstairs.
When she arrived at Yin Shaojieâs office, she knocked on the door with all her might, but no one answered.
Xiaoxiao was not inside.
Then where did Xiaoxiao go? Where was she now?
Han qiqing was so anxious that she went to pull on song Shijunâs sleeve. &Quot; hurry up and think of something! Where do you think Xiaoxiao is going?â
Song Shijun had no choice but to let her do it.