This time, Ding Ziqiu didn't hastily interrupt. Instead, he carefully observed the expressions of the other designers around him. Seeing their collective befuddlement, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Stepping forward, Ding Ziqiu declared loudly, "Haha, Miss Rong, you do have a sense of humor. Even if you want to prove that your gown isn't a counterfeit, there's no need to make up such an absurd tale, right? What does our studio have to do with the number seven? Why would we embroider a 'Seven' on our clothing for no reason?"
"Exactly! This is too ridiculous," others chimed in.
Gu Ziye, fed up, glared at Rong Qi. "Can you please shut up? I'll call you father if that's what it takes for you to stop."
The moment Gu Ziye's words were out, he felt the piercing gaze of Mr. Gu beside him, accompanied by an interrogative "Hmm?"
