Xiao Xuanxuan finally found out the horror of the cold girl. He vowed to stay away from the woman in the future. It seemed small and harmless, but it was a belly of flowers and intestines. Fortunately, he was not the object of her design, otherwise he would be tired.

Several ladies at the counter looked at Mu Jiyun with trepidation and dared not say a word. How did they know that the president's wife would dress up so normally? How could it be that the president would suddenly come? Aren't all his clothes designed by a particular master?

"Get busy! Don't care about us." Mu Jiyun also noticed their...