Yi Luowa's outfit was actually quite simple—a pair of sky-blue cropped pants and a white crystal-studded shirt. But these were Versace pieces, and there was no way Yan Zi wouldn't recognize them. Then her eyes fell on the capacious backpack little Yi Luowa was carrying—Hermès' latest model this year, easily six figures at the very least.
"What are you shutting out?" Tong Airui asked Yan Zi with amusement.
"Forget it if you don't want to talk." Yan Zi pursed her lips and handed a glass of iced orange juice to Yi Luowa, "Here, drink a little to quench your thirst."
Before Yi Luowa could reach for it, Tong Airui's hand had already snatched the iced orange juice, "She can't drink cold things. I'll take it."
