Christine wasn't surprised. She smiled elegantly at everyone at the table and then turned to Liu Yanxi. "I don't have a bag like Miss Liu's. You're giving me too much credit. But I just noticed that our President Lin seems to have one."
With that, Christine glanced over at Lin Ruoxi, who was sitting on the other side of Yang Chen. She smiled warmly. "President Lin, your bag seems to be Hermès as well, right?"
Lin Ruoxi, who had been sipping her red wine slowly and pondering how to deal with the Yan family, was suddenly put on the spot by Christine. She looked slightly puzzled but quickly understood what was going on and nodded lightly. "Yes, it is."
Liu Yanxi's eyes showed a hint of disdain. In her view, even if it was a Hermès bag, it couldn't possibly match the class of hers.
As curiosity filled the eyes of everyone at the table, Lin Ruoxi casually picked up her white bag from the carpet beside her chair.
