470 Itching to Tear Lu Xinyi Into Pieces (2)

"Miss Lu, please forgive Chu Ting. I'm sure she said it out of anger," Yao Zhelan said calmly. There was something in her eyes that made Lu Xinyi wary of her motive. Yao Zhelan was surely different from women who held a grudge against her. Whatever Yao Zhelan's reason was, Lu Xinyi knew that she could not let her guard down. 

"Oh, I suppose you are right." She gave a curt nod to Yao Zhelan before changing the topic. "What brings you here then?" 

Looking around, Yao Zhelan ran her fingers at the rack of clothes closest to her and picked up a white dress from it. Her well-manicured hands felt the cloth while her eyes scrutinized the intricate detail of the embroidery. 

"I've heard that Zheng Yue and Wang Zhuyi have become the recent faces of Flair Apparel, which made me wonder how Flair Apparel was able to convince the aloof Zheng Yue to represent their brand."