"How do you know if she's uncomfortable? Zip it up." Shen Mingfeng's voice grew even colder.
But Aunt Jiang, afraid Jiang Meilin would be exposed, insisted, "Miss found it a bit tight when she tried it last night, so she surely feels uncomfortable. Sir, the miss has gained a little weight, so she can't wear the previous size anymore."
Shen Mingfeng curled his lips, "So you mean I should get her a new dress today? You should've said earlier. I've already bought this one, so she must wear it today."
Jiang Meilin was nearly losing her patience and wanted Aunt Jiang to leave.
"How about finding a dress from the wardrobe? After all, the miss's clothes are all new, and none of them are unpresentable." Aunt Jiang suggested.
"Who makes the decisions in this house, you or me?" Shen Mingfeng suddenly erupted in anger.
Jiang Meilin was so frightened she trembled. The makeup artist was doing her eyebrows, and they got messed up. The makeup artist said, "Mrs. Shen, you can't move."
