"It's a knockoff, right? Where did you buy it? It's quite convincing," the woman who spoke was Zheng Jiamin. She's pretty, but her tone was sharp from the start.
"So beautiful, but it's a counterfeit. Xin Ai, you've got some skill. Introduce me to this store, I'd like to get one for my wife too," a man said.
The one speaking was an average-looking man, who used to always chat with Lan Xin Ai in high school. His name is Li Feiyang.
However, his words were meant as a joke, devoid of any mockery.
"Haha, you're proud of wearing a knockoff? I wouldn't have the nerve," Ding Shiqi scoffed.
"I never thought Lan Xin Ai would be this kind of person. I really misjudged her before."
One after another, taunting voices came from the crowd, all from women.
"Hey, have you all said enough? What's wrong with wearing a knockoff? It still costs money, Xin Ai's ring is so lifelike, it must have cost a lot."
