Wen Xinya and Jacqueline Madan stared at each other. Wen Xinya's silvery-white mini cheongsam with lotus painted with green ink, in the instant of releasing all of its sharpness and glory, became expensive, formal, and classy, fully displaying the elegance of the oriental charm of China.
And Jacqueline Madan, who was on the losing end, although having the advantage of her 1.75 meters tall frame and the inborn pride and superiority of Europeans, still paled in comparison to Wen Xinya's aura. Her spine, extended in arrogance, gradually bent.
And everyone present looked at each other, slightly confused about just what was going on!
The reporters were instead extremely excited. For them, the more twisted this matter got, the more valuable were the news.
Seeing that Jacqueline Madan understood what she meant, Wen Xinya gradually placed her phone back into her bag. "Miss Madan has misunderstood me. I was merely reminding you."
