This statement stirred waves in everyone's hearts, causing the atmosphere in the hall to transform instantly. It became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Yu Zhi lazily crossed her arms in front of her chest. She glanced at the man who was leisurely walking in from the doorway, the corners of her lips curling into a subtle arc.
"You must be mistaken, right? How could my dress possibly be fake?" Yu Xinman's expression faltered slightly.
Her peripheral vision involuntarily swept across the crowd around her, and her ears buzzed as though she could hear countless voices pointing fingers and even mocking.
Yu Xinman's hand hanging by her side instinctively clenched the hem of her dress, yet her pride compelled her to straighten her back again.
The man smiled elegantly. "I wouldn't be mistaken." His tone was resolute, leaving no room for doubt.
"Excuse me, sir, who might you be...?"
Baisong reacted quickly, stepping between the two of them while discreetly sizing up the man.
