Perhaps because the socialites' gazes were too 'passionate', Lin Zhenxin took the chance to head to the restroom before the banquet started.
But just halfway there, she was stopped by an acquaintance.
"Lin Zhenxin, how come you're at this banquet?" Shelley deliberately lowered her voice, afraid others might notice.
She was wearing a Chanel dress, and the mature fragrance from her body wafted into Lin Zhenxin's breath; it wasn't unpleasant, just overwhelmingly strong, causing a headache.
Before Lin Zhenxin could answer, Shelley quickly glanced at the dress Zhenxin was wearing, her gaze even more complicated.
"What you're wearing, could it be Elie Saab couture?" Her voice was tinged with sharpness.
Elie Saab couture?
Lin Zhenxin was puzzled. She didn't know what Elie Saab was, nor did she understand why Shelley's expression was identical to those socialites.
