As soon as the words fell, the store clerk and Zhang Huasheng both fell silent.
Looking again at Liang Yu, her gaze was unusually resolute, not at all like she was joking.
Zhang Huasheng tugged at Liang Yu's sleeve, lowering his voice as a reminder, not wanting to make a spectacle here.
"Baby, are you sure? This… this is, after all, someone else's custom wedding dress. This doesn't seem right."
Obviously, Zhang Huasheng hadn't yet realized who the two people across from them were.
Because when Liang Yu heard what Zhang Huasheng said, she immediately glared at him with a sideways glance, fuming.
Her gaze was like a knife, sharply piercing him.
After a moment, Liang Yu let out a light laugh. "So what if it's custom? I like the design too. Get one made for me."
Zhang Huasheng tried to take a step back, just hoping to minimize the trouble.
If things got unpleasant in the bridal studio, his reputation as a boss would be ruined.
