"Brother Xingzhou, women from small families just can't make it onto the stage of high society. Our daughters of wealthy households would never…"
Before Xu Xingluo could finish her sentence, she saw Huo Xingzhou hand a Black Gold Card to Huo Sijiao.
"These two pieces are dirty. Go to the store and pick out dozens of them for your sister-in-law to bring back," he said indifferently, sweeping his gaze over the crowd. "I just like to see her wear them."
With that said, no one dared to speak up.
Even sometimes, power and status could make his words absolute, setting the trends for a time.
Xu Xingluo's face turned ugly, disbelief evident.
"Brother Xingzhou, what are you talking about? How could you like such things?"
Shu Xue laughed heartily, "Your Brother Xingzhou is a man after all. What's wrong with a little fun between husband and wife in private? You're the one being nosy!"
Qiao Xi's cheeks burned, and she reached out to hook her fingers through Huo Xingzhou's.
