"Gu Xiaoer, don't push it too far!" Ma Yunyun stood with her hands on her hips, ready to fight Gu Xiaoer: "Where did you get those rags from, and you dare to compare with Yaoyao? Can you compare? Are you even worthy?"
After speaking, she tried to tear at Gu Xiaoer's dress.
Gu Xiaoer dodged, holding her dress with anger: "Ma Yunyun, aren't you the one who doesn't know the goods? What Tang Shiyao wears is genuine, but mine must be counterfeit?"
"How could you possibly afford the genuine one? This is a limited edition bought by Young Master Jhiang for Yaoyao! Unless your husband, who hasn't dared to show up, could afford this kind of clothing?"
"Exactly, where's your husband? He must be too ashamed of you to show up!"
"Oh, by the way, I heard there's supposed to be some surprise, right? Call him out, let us have a good look at the surprise he prepared for you! Surely this poor-quality stuff isn't the surprise, right..."
"..."
"Are you looking for me?"
