Lu Zihan pointed at the woman who just spoke, showing a disdainful look: "So you think you have taste, huh? Wearing a new Chanel outfit and carrying a fake LV bag, suddenly you consider yourself a noble, right? But what's that thread on the back of your dress? Haven't cut off the tag yet, planning to return it later, are you?!"
Upon hearing Lu Zihan's words, the woman's face turned red with anger: "You're talking nonsense!"
But Niu Jian, that guy, somehow ended up behind the woman, quickly pulling out the fine plastic thread, immediately bursting into laughter: "Really didn't even cut the tag, huh, haha..."
At this moment, the flamboyant woman's face turned beet red, furious with shame, ready to curse loudly!
But suddenly, the cold voice of her idol, Gong Tianzheng, echoed, and it was so close.
"Who's the embarrassment that brought this woman in?"
At that moment, the woman who had painstakingly secured an invitation to get in was shaken to her core.
