Zhao Yishan was truly at a loss for words due to Zhao Yang's suit, which cost... sixty-eight yuan...
"How about that, Dad? Even you were fooled, weren't you?" Zhao Yang smiled even more joyfully.
Zhao Yishan shook his head and sighed, feeling that his son was becoming more and more uncanny.
Zhao Yang had calculated that, given the occasion, nobody would suspect he had actually splurged on a suit. After all, Zhao Yang was now the owner of a winery. Moreover, the style of the suit was quite good. The online seller had claimed that it was a high-quality imitation of a new model from the Milan Fashion Week in Italy.
So, as long as no one touched the fabric and merely looked at its appearance, it was impossible to tell whether it was genuine or fake. Besides, who had really seen whatever Zi Wu Zi Henry Bailey was?
"And... what about that bag?" Zhao Yishan turned his head to look, and there hung the PRADA handbag on the coat rack, looking both exquisite and beautiful.
