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After more than 20 minutes, the door of the room opened, and Irene walked in yawning.

Her long hair was disheveled, she was wearing a silk nightgown, her hands were in the pockets of the nightgown, and she looked impatient.

The agent came over, "Designer Su, please try on the dress for Miss Irene."

Su Yin nodded, "Miss Irene, please move over here, and I'll help you put it on."

Irene glared at her, Su Yin was puzzled, so she could only smile and look at the manager.

The agent explained, "Miss Irene is going to sing at night, she is used to not using her voice before the performance, so she doesn't want to talk at this time."

Su Yin is baffled, if you don't want to talk, just don't talk, I asked you to come over and try on the dress, you use your feet instead of your mouth.

Su Yin still maintained a polite smile, "Miss Irene, please stand on the stage."

Irene walked over and untied the straps of the silk nightgown, and the black nightgown slid down her shoulders, and she was wearing underwear of the same color underneath.

She raised her chin and looked at Su Yin's stomach, as if she was proud of her perfect figure and felt that Su Yin's stomach was a burden.

Su Yin pretended not to see it, took off the evening dress from the model, brought it over and helped Irene put it on.

The shoulders and sleeves were perfect, but the waist was about an inch tight. Su Yin helped her zip up, but failed to zip it up after several attempts.

"Miss Irene, take a breath and try again."

The manager shook his head, "You shouldn't have eaten that cake just now."

Irene stamped her feet angrily, and said sharply, "It's obvious that there is a problem with their design."

Su Yin smiled lightly, "Our designer, Tian Na, has you finalized the size with you several times, right? I remember the last time you talked on the phone, I was still listening."

Before Irene could speak, the manager quit, "Designer Su, what do you mean? Are you saying that our artist lied?"

"That's not what I meant, but it's really nothing. Miss Irene took a breath, and the zipper was closed. Tonight is the performance. Now there's no point in arguing about it." Su Yin replied neither humble nor overbearing.

"You let her go! I don't want their clothes anymore, now go buy me a ready-made dress, right now!"

The manager stared at Su Yin bitterly, and quickly coaxed Irene, "Okay, don't be angry, we paid a lot of money for this dress, what should I do if I can't find the right one? What if you clash with others? We ordered this one, which is unique in the world, and only you can have it."

After she finished speaking, she turned to Su Yin again, "Designer Su, why don't you apologize to Miss Irene?"

Su Yin smiled, noncommittal, just lowered her head to fiddle with the zipper, and emphasized again, "Miss Irene, please take a breath, it's almost there."

"What kind of attitude is this! You apologize to me immediately!" Irene turned around and pushed Su Yin's shoulder.

Su Yin stood with one foot on the platform and one foot below, her center of gravity was unstable, if she pushed her like this, she would fall to the ground as she stepped back.

She subconsciously tried to help her, but fortunately she was standing by the window, and she was able to stand firmly by holding down the window sill with one hand.

But her heart was beating fast, her face turned pale with fright, and she clutched her stomach, really afraid that something might happen to the child.

Irene didn't expect Su Yin to behave like this. After a moment of stupefaction, she turned around and lost her temper with her manager.

"Can't you find a normal person to serve me? Do you have to bring a pregnant woman? If something happens, it will be a dead body and two lives. How will I pay for it? You drive her away quickly! I don't want to See her!"