The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Everyone's eyes fell on Lin Yiyi.

Stared at by the naked eyes, she felt uncomfortable all over, and her face turned blue and red.

His chest trembled violently, and his breathing was slightly short of breath.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his head and looked at Mu Changying with unabated momentum.

Lin Yiyi retorted, "You say my clothes are fake?"

Mu Changying's voice was cold, "Yes."

The coldness in her eyes became more and more intense, Lin Yiyi sneered, holding her hands together, "Are you a fake or a fake? What about the evidence? It's like casually slandering me with just one mouth?"

Questions came one after another, and the voice became sharper each time.

Zhuo Zhuo walked up to Lin Yiyi.

His face was indifferent, and he exuded a cold breath.

He said in a bad tone, "Miss Mu, you must pay attention to evidence."

As the granddaughter of Professor Lin, Yiyi couldn't be so poor that she couldn't afford authentic clothes.

"I know you don't like Yiyi very much, but this slander is too low-level."

Zhuoyou steadfastly protected Lin Yiyi, never flinching from the beginning to the end.

The attitudes of the two people were not very friendly, and the atmosphere in the box was a little condensed for a while.

The other medical staff silently closed their mouths and couldn't help but breathe lightly.

"..."

Fu Huaizheng raised his eyes and glanced among several people.

Withdrawing his eyes, he sat on his seat calmly, without being affected in the slightest.

On the contrary, there was still a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was a bit of teasing in his eyes.

Fighting against a black-bellied little fox like Mu Changying, these people are really too tender.

Oh, I don't know how to die in a while.

Thinking of this, Fu Huaizheng's eyes became more interesting.

Mu Changying raised her eyebrows and asked back, "Are you sure you want me to tell you?"

The voice is soft, but with a burst of confidence, people can't help but want to believe her.

Lin Yiyi saw Mu Changying's look of winning, and the anger in his heart rose slowly.

With an excited expression, "Tell me, I want to see, what can you say?"

There was a smile on the corner of Mu Changying's mouth.

He stretched out his hand and gently pushed away Joyo who stood in front of him.

Coming to Lin Yiyi, he glanced at Lin Yiyi's dress.

He raised his hand to pick up the hem of the dress, pinched it in his hand and rubbed it lightly.

"The fabrics of C's clothes have always been produced in Pulau, and after dozens of complicated processes, they are finally cut."

"The fabric on your body feels a little rough to the touch, and it definitely does not come from Pulau."

Mu Changying let go of the fabric of Lin Yiyi's dress.

Her eyes were clear, and her red lips were slightly parted, "If you don't know much about fabrics, then let me put it in a simpler way."

Qing Jiujiu:? ? ?

Everyone:? ? ? ?

Everyone looked confused and looked at Mu Changying with fiery eyes, their eyes filled with gossip.

"This dress from the C family is genuine without the small letter logo on the chest."

"After the designer finished the design, he posted the design draft on social platforms, and it was available under Vivienne's Weibo."

"In addition, in the counters under the C family, there is no such logo on the dress."

Mu Changying talked eloquently.

His expression was calm, without any hint of aggression.

But every time she uttered a word, the blood on Lin Yiyi's face became less red.

In the box, the smell of gunpowder in the air is getting stronger and stronger.

Everyone ate melon with relish.

Jiu Qingqing took out her mobile phone, logged on to Weibo and found Vivian's Weibo, the exclusive designer of C family.

Turning to Weibo, the pupils widened slightly.

"found it!"

The voice fell, and everyone looked at her one after another.