After being roundly chastised by Lin Yuan in an indirect way, Cheng Yuexiu was both ashamed and furious, her cheeks flushing a bright red.
Many people lowered their eyelids with amusement, seemingly sharing little affection for Cheng Yuexiu, who only knew how to flatter others.
Only Xu Muqing, a woman of simple thoughts, stuffed an orange segment into her mouth and curiously asked, "Which sentence is true?"
Lin Yuan chuckled. "It's that sentence about how my belongings are things you don't have. Indeed, my dowry gift, let alone seeing it, hasn't even been heard of by any of you."
Such a miraculous item?
Everyone's curiosity was piqued, and they all craned their necks to look at Lin Yuan.
