The female designer was sobbing, half-kneeling on the ground picking things up with her hands. The room was silent, and only her sobs could be heard. She didn't dare to cry out loud, wiping her tears while cleaning up on her knees.
Although everyone else felt sorry for her predicament, no one dared to stand up for her. They could only pretend not to see, gathering around Chu Xi to tidy her luxurious dress...
Downstairs in the hall, the guests were gathering, chatting and laughing. Suddenly, someone in the crowd let out an exclamation.
"What are you doing!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, miss, I didn't mean to. I'll go get some paper for you right away."
Jian Yao's face was pale as she held up the hem of her skirt stained with wine, glaring unkindly at the woman who kept apologizing and trying to wipe the skirt for her.
