Gu Fei was incredibly displeased, but she patiently said, "Then why don't you tell us how you'd like this resolved, Miss? As long as you propose a solution, our shop will do everything in its power to make it happen."
Shen Qingluan snorted coldly. "I don't care. It's not my job to figure out a solution. All I know is that for the poetry gathering the day after tomorrow, I must be wearing a phoenix hairpin that is to my liking."
It was impossible to reason with her.
Gu Fei desperately wanted to storm out. She forced herself to take a breath, silently repeating the mantra, 'A pleasant attitude brings in business.' Then, she bent down, picked up the phoenix hairpin from the floor, and examined it closely. Gold is soft and easily bent out of shape, but thankfully, the floor was carpeted, so the pin wasn't damaged.
Gu Fei's gaze fell on an old man standing silently in the corner, his head bowed. Guessing he was the craftsman, she walked over to him. "Let me see the design drawing."
