Mu Jingzhe shook her head. "It's fine. Anyway, I'm not famous now, but I'm still quite confident. Have you seen the formal evening wear Little Bei and my other son, Little Nan, wore? It was all made by me."
Chen Ling's eyes lit up. "Was what she is wearing today made by you too? You're amazing. Little Bei's clothes are lovely."
"Right? Right? So you can relax and let me do it. If you dress well and help me advertise, I'll have more business in the future."
This was just a polite way to put it. She was merely a newbie now… but in the end, Chen Ling couldn't bear to refuse. "Then please help me make an outfit. But it won't be for free. I'll pay you according to your salary."
Mu Jingzhe pondered it for a moment before nodding. "Alright, it's settled then."
