Su Ziyan originally felt she was the most dazzling angel tonight, but now, standing next to Emilia in her provocative red dress, Su Ziyan felt like a clown!
"Miss Qu, you really mustn't blame me, I had no intention of picking on you, but you kept provoking me, and even a clay figure has a point of anger."
Having said that, Emilia picked up the evening gown that had fallen to the carpet, holding the hem of her dress, and leisurely walked off the stage.
Su Ziyan's face turned red as a monkey's butt, so embarrassed that she could no longer stay on the stage. She hurried backstage and put on her own evening gown.
"Mr. Qin, if you please."
Qin Yu zipped her up amidst the envious and resentful expressions of all the men.
Qin Yu turned to look at Wen Zihua, "Young Master Wen, congratulations! You've managed to snatch a piece of trash discarded by someone else."
"Pfft..." Wen Zihua almost spat out blood in anger!
