Jing Ling's workshop was on the highest floor of the mall. Most of the time he would only accept VIP customers, and even then, they would need to make an appointment before he would even allow them into his workshop.
Liang Xinyi had been eyeing a new dress that Jing Ling had designed. She knew she had to get it the moment she saw it in a magazine a few months back. It took her a lot of effort to convince Han Zhongteng to make an appointment for her, and yet Jing Ling refused to sell her the dress.
Jing Ling's works had always been the symbols of high status in Jingdu. Young ladies and madames from prestigious families all dreamed of wearing one of his dresses some day. However, he was the type of person who was so stubborn that he wouldn't even show any respect to people he didn't deem worthy. No amount of money could bribe him or compel him to serve people he didn't want to serve.
Yet, everything that Yun Xi wore had been designed and made by Jing Ling.