Su Tingyan lowered her head to pat her dress and said indifferently, "I can wear a knockoff and make it look even more real than the genuine article, what more could I want? As for you, little sister, what's really going on with you? Your clothes are so expensive, yet they look like knockoffs on you."
"You, you, Su Tingyan, you'll pay for your sharp tongue one day," Lai Meilin shouted.
Su Tingyan looked at her, "You've been eating the bread of affliction my mom provided without paying any price, so what price should I pay?"
"Enough, Su Tingyan," Su Shengguo came forward and yanked at her, and with a tearing sound, Su Tingyan's dress ripped completely.
Her fair shoulder was exposed.
She turned her head to look.
"Tingyan," Lin Xibai steadied Su Tingyan and covered her neckline for her.
The glimpses of skin beneath her clothes sparked endless imagination, though it looked somewhat disheveled.
