There was a moment of silence in the livestreaming room.
Some persistent marketers who refused to give up were making a last-ditch effort, despite lacking confidence, "But your gown isn't famous, and the jewelry isn't from a big brand. There's no denying that, right?"
"The gown, huh..."
Ye Wan furrowed her brows for an instant.
It seemed as if she tasted endless despair, sadness, inferiority, and loneliness in that brief moment.
It seemed as if they finally caught her slip-up.
The haters instantly got excited.
"Do you dare say that your dress is some kind of top international brand?"
"Anyway, it's certainly not as good as G Brand's haute couture, Queen of Fei Yu, your presence just doesn't measure up!"
Ye Wan seemed to have finally thought it through.
"Indeed, it's not some top international brand! But..."
Her tone shifted, and the girl clenched her fist, looking up, her eyes bright as stars, "Just because it isn't today, how do you know it won't be tomorrow?"
