The Fashion Star Gala had concluded a little past nine o'clock at night.
The cold of a March night was enough to chatter teeth, and Ruan Qi, wrapped in a down jacket and devoid of any glamour, squeezed into the car in a dress worth over a hundred million.
Watching the gown's hem being wrinkled by the little girl, Shen Wenqian felt a twinge of pain.
"You should take off the dress first, don't sit on a billion yuan.", he said.
Ruan Qi found this reasonable, so she had Mo Lan help her take off the dress and changed into a comfortable T-shirt and pants.
When Xi Xi, who had gone to buy late-night snacks, opened the car door, she handed the hot and sour noodles to Ruan Qi.
Upon returning to the car, Shen Wenqian saw Mo Lan neatly folding a dress worth nearly a hundred million while Ruan Qi was slurping her hot and sour noodles on the other side.
He couldn't bear to look.
