A slight twitch appeared on Qiaoxu's face, but the ladies next to her, perhaps familiar with Sherry, seemed unfazed by this situation and had no reaction.
Nevertheless, she amiably nodded and said, "Yes, I am Mr. Lu Moqing's wife."
Sherry's personality was like a bundle of spinach, which could be cooked with just a little heat.
At this moment, she had only talked to Qiaoxu for a short while and they were already getting acquainted.
"Sherry, take a look at Madam Lu's dress, isn't it special?"
As a fashion designer, Sherry's perception of clothing was sharper than anyone else.
From the moment she first saw Qiaoxu, she was attracted to the dress Qiaoxu was wearing but did not find an opportunity to inquire about it.
When the Marchioness asked, Sherry immediately became interested and said:
"Yeah, big sister, your dress is very well designed. Which master is it from? I'd love to meet them."
