At the Zhang Mansion.
Hu Yutian held his head looking at his best friend who sitting like an emperor on the sofa. Why am I being tortured again by this devil?
He looked at the designers who were trembling holding some suits in their hands. Many times they would look at his way, asking for help.
Helplessly he shook his head looking at their poor state. What a poor state? His state was even much poorer than them...
He remembered he was in a very important meeting when he got the call of this devil. "Come home" was all the devil said.
Hu Yutian got up from his seat, stopped the whole meeting and rescheduled it. Thinking it must be something important he rushed towards the Zhang mansion only to see a dark-faced Zhehan and some trembling designers.
Sighing Hu Yutian complained, "Zhehan we have been sitting here for three hours and you didn't like even one suit... "
Zhehan looked at the suit coldly, " They are very bad... "
