"What custom order from a customer? Once it's in my hands, it's mine." Ding Caiyan was being completely unreasonable, her mind fixated on how to become the focus of tomorrow's banquet, with no thought given to the aftermath.
"Ding Caiyan, don't go too far!" Ding Suzhu slammed the table and stood up angrily. "This dress is custom-made for a major client. If anything goes wrong with it, no one can bear the responsibility."
These words were not exaggerated but the plain truth.
After all, someone like Ma Zongyu, who has just infiltrated the world of the wealthy and lacks a solid family background, is no match for deeply rooted elite families. The Bai Family is a first-class family in Shoucheng, and Ding Caiyan simply can't afford to provoke them.
"What major client's custom order? Let old Ma talk to them." Ding Caiyan hadn't had any real contact with the wealthy, and she was influenced by Ma Zongyu's boasting, believing everyone had to show him respect.
