The manager also had an indescribable expression. "Miss Lin, it's better not to say such things."
Qi Min was one of the best cheongsam masters in the country. It was difficult to get hold of a piece of her work. In the past two years, other than making a cheongsam for an official, she had already announced that she had retired.
She had opened a university in Lan City a few years ago and had been a consultant there, but he had never heard of her taking in a disciple.
Lin Qingqian said humbly, "I'm her closed-door disciple and I'm afraid of sullying my master's name, so I never dared to call myself her disciple."
Tony raised his fingers and said sarcastically, "Master Qi isn't here, so you can bullsh*t as you like…"
Lin Qingqian's expression was calm, and she was not in a hurry to refute or explain. Instead, Luo Tianxue blinked and asked curiously, "Who is Qi Min? Is she very famous?"