Pei Ya glanced at the obedient Qiao Yun delicately eating melon seeds and laughed, "You say the clothes she's wearing are knockoffs?"
"Yes," Lu Xue nodded.
However, the very next second, Pei Ya's voice turned cold, "You're comparing inferior knockoffs to July, are you implying that July is cheap?"
He lowered his gaze and looked at the two people in front of him, his presence overwhelmingly oppressive.
Lu Xue's back broke out in a cold sweat, her heart suddenly thrown into chaos, "President Pei, I, I don't understand, what do you mean?"
Pei Ya slowly informed everyone, "What she's wearing is genuine, and it's the only piece."
Qiao Yun was born in July, which is why the brand was named July; by that count, Qiao Yun is actually the founder.
This group of brats, actually saying the founder wore knockoffs.
Ridiculously absurd.
"...!"
Silence.
An unprecedented silence.
Almost simultaneously, these young masters and mistresses started to realize.
