"Su Qianxun, what are you so pleased about? Your clothes must be cheap clothes bought from those street stalls outside, right? With just a glance I can already tell it's garbage, how pretentious!"
When Qiao Yiren walked over, she felt extremely delighted when she saw Su Qianxun being humiliated. She exchanged glances with Lan Yingying, and both of them laughed.
"Are you done? If you're done you can get out of my way."
Those people noticed that Su Qianxun did not refute and thought that she was feeling diffident, and they became increasingly pleased with her reaction. They kept mocking Su Qianxun's attire.
Qiao Yiren witnessed the scene as she lifted her wedding dress to prevent stepping on it. She felt as though had vented out her anger. She walked over and said, "Qianxun, I'm getting married today, after all. You can tell me if you don't have money to buy clothes. I can give you a Chanel dress to wear. Your dress…"
