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An Ke Er was stroking the surface of the Italy's summer floor with her palm, as if she was stroking a newborn baby. Three years was a very long time in the world of fashion design, and the speed at which fashion progressed was simply too fast. But this summer in Italy, even after three years, was still so eye-catching.

Other than the sophisticated design, the strong sense of fashion, and the extremely luxurious fabric, what was even more shocking was the value of its collection.

"Five million?" "Is it that cheap?" An Ke Er asked in surprise.

Lu Feng Ting tapped the table with his fingertips. "I don't know why, but there were a few fanatical fans of Mike Jones back then. In his heart, the value of this Italy summer was definitely not less than ten million.

An Ke Er touched the Italy's summer, unable to conceal the excitement in her heart, and asked: "Feng Ting, is this clothes for me?"

"You use this to do something for me." Lu Feng Ting said in a heavy voice.

… ….

Outside the door, Xia Yun had already combed her hair and returned the things to the female secretary. She sat on the left and right, waiting for Lu Feng Ting to come out, and looked at the time.

Before he even knocked on the door, Office of the President's door opened, and An Ke Er's gloomy face instantly rushed into Xia Yun's field of vision.

"Get out of the way." An Ke Er said with a gloomy face while holding a cup of cola.

"Get out of the way!" Xia Yun did not show any sign of weakness.

"Slut!" Just how cheap is your mother to give birth to a little bitch like you?! " An Ke Er gritted her teeth and cursed.

Xia Yun's face immediately turned red, her family was her bottom line, "You're the bastard, your family's cheap!"

Xia Yun raised his voice and shouted, pushing forward towards An Ke Er. An Ke Er used Cola to block it for a bit, but the cola was instantly overturned and spilled all over.

"You bitch! My clothes! " An Ke Er screamed.

Clothes?

It was only then that Xia Yun noticed An Ke Er had changed into a new dress.

"You accompany me with my clothes." The blood veins in An Ke Er's eyes were about to burst out from her eyes.

"I'll keep you company." Xia Yun still did not show any signs of weakness.

An Ke Er laughed coldly: "Do you know how much this set of clothes costs?"

"How much? Can it even exceed one thousand yuan? " Xia Yun replied indifferently.

An Ke Er pointed to the dress on her body and said: "Little bitch, let me tell you now, this piece of clothes is called Italy's Summer, it was written by Mike Jones. There are only three pieces of clothes in this world, this one was sold for 5 million at the auction two years ago, do you understand?"

"What?" Five million euros? " Xia Yun blinked her eyes and said: "Who are you lying to? How can there be clothes worth 5 million euros?"

"A frog in the well."

An Ke Er's tone was filled with contempt: "Can a poor person like you understand this world?"