"Old Master Khan, your daughter must have bought new clothes and changed into them inside, right?" Grant suddenly spoke up, even Ibrahim had come, Gianna had no reason not to come.
"Morgan, you really can't hide anything from you," Ibrahim said with a helpless expression.
Gianna had arrived even earlier than him and had gone into the private room to touch up her makeup, saying that she was afraid of ruining it. Now that Grant had pointed it out, Ibrahim felt embarrassed.
"Master, I'm here!" After entering the door, Grant turned his head in the direction of the voice and couldn't help but be surprised.
Today, Gianna was wearing a white long dress with a fishbone pattern on the shoulders, revealing her slender and swan-like neck. She was beautiful and elegant, attracting the attention of countless people just by standing there. She had also applied a light makeup on her face and looked at Grant with excitement, her eyes sparkling.
Gulp...
