Lance, with his entire face turning dark, said, "Has that woman gone mad? What's it to you whether I wear her clothes or not?"
"Because of jealousy," Bai Xiao shook her head and sighed, eyeing Lance.
In fact, Lance was quite good-looking, wealthy, and powerful—he was the dream lover of many girls.
But, jealous of what?
She had never dated Lance, nor had she spoken ill of Mu Lan. She was a married woman now, okay?
"Now tell me, what's going on with you and Mu Lan?" Ye Huang asked.
"I don't know what's going on. I met her once at a royal banquet, and then she started sending me a lot of clothes. The first time I didn't have the heart to refuse and accepted them, but I never wore them. After that, she became addicted to sending me clothes. I got annoyed and told her that I don't wear clothes designed by others."
Ye Huang frowned, "So, you told her that all the clothes you wear are designed by Bai Xiao?"
