"Old Yan." Li Shaobin glared at him furiously.
At first, Song Chuyi wasn't in a good mood, but he was energized now. "Why don't you hire a stylist to help you out?"
Li Shaobin snorted. "I'll get my subordinates to hire the best stylist in Northern City tomorrow. I'll see if you two will still laugh at me then."
Song Chuyi wanted to diss him further but he really wasn't in the mood. "I'm here today to ask you for a favor."
"I knew you would only think of me when you have a favor to ask." Li Shaobin crossed his legs delightedly. "Shoot."