"Miss Mizuhara is here too?" At this moment, Maeda Ai also arrived, carrying three small packages.
Their outfits were simply too overwhelming. Even though Fang Jueyu could restrain himself, it was still too exhausting for his body, so he directly asked Maeda Ai to bring over some more normal clothes.
The Maeda Family had many private clothing factories, and with one phone call, Maeda Ai had three sets of custom clothes delivered, tailored to Hashimoto Kanako and the others' measurements.
"Why don't you go change first? My body can't handle you dressed like this," Fang Jueyu quickly handed them the clothes.
"Young Master, I'll take my leave now. If you need anything, just call for me!" Maeda Ai said.
"Wait, Ai, could you get me a Mahjong machine? This place is supposed to be a presidential suite, and it doesn't even have a Mahjong table!"
