"Qin Yu, this outfit is worth sixty million, but I wonder how much that set with Master Karl's signature is worth?" Su Ziyan asked naively.
"I don't know either," Qin Yu scratched his head. Clothes with Old Karl's signature simply can't be measured with a price tag anymore.
"What? Miss Su, what did you say? Mr. Qin has a gown signed by Master Karl?"
Swanson's eyes widened! His breathing became very rapid.
"Yes, it's a pity, that dress was ruined, and Qin Yu even used it to wrap my feet. Mr. Swanson, how much is that set worth?" Ziyan asked with a curious face.
Wrap... Wrap feet?
What the hell?
Swanson struggled to say, "That... A piece with Master Karl's signature, there are only five in the world, it's priceless! It means that the owner of the dress has earned Master Karl's recognition! Even many aristocrats don't have Karl's signature! You can imagine."
"Qin Yu, it's all my fault, I caused you to ruin such a precious dress."
