Perhaps the girl was in a hurry. Her voice slightly high, as she uttered that English na, it drew surprised expressions from everyone present. Even those ignoring the chaos and heading into the venue turned their heads to look.
AllureLove, he was the fashion father JO’s disciple, not just a disciple, but the only one, and also the ruler of the fashion world after JO’s retirent.
It was already surprising when they learned she was Han Jingnian’s wife, but now AllureLove....
Chi Mu and Xia Wan’an were equally surprised.
However, to describe Chi Mu’s reaction as surprise would be an understatent. It was more like shock, flabbergasted shock.
How did this ordinary woman co to know AllureLove? Could it be that the person who sent her the dress was posing as AllureLove?
As for Xia Wan’an, she wondered how AllureLove got involved in this matter. Just as she was about to ask, a middle-aged man holding a large box hurried over: "Miss Xia Wan’an? Hello, I am Qin Shujian’s driver. She asked to deliver to you the custom dress she will be using for the party in a few days. She said it’s for a good cause."
Qin Shujian?
Upon hearing these three words, everyone’s gaze towards Xia Wan’an was no longer just curious. They began to whisper among themselves.
"Qin Shujian? The lead actress of the recent box-office hit?"
"Who on earth is this woman? How co all the people she knows are big shots?"
"..."
Amid all the chatter, Chi Mu’s expression clearly changed.
anwhile, Xia Wan’an looked at Qin Shujian’s driver, blinked in bewildernt a couple of tis, and then picked up her phone to check her ssages as if sothing had occurred to her.
She nearly dropped her phone out of surprise.
She was clearly texting Han Jingnian. Why was it sent to everyone?
So, Han Jingnian, AllureLove, and her younger sister were just the beginning?
With this thought flashing across Xia Wan’an’s mind, she indeed saw several more people carrying bags and heading towards her.
This ti, Xia Wan’an didn’t wait for them to speak. She took the lead and asked, "Are you all here to deliver dresses to ?"
Seeing them nod, Xia Wan’an started guessing their nas one by one: "Song Youman?"
"That’s ."
"Han Zhijin?"
"That’s ."
"Xia Chen’an?"
"That’s ."
"Cheng Tongyi?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
"..."
Xia Wan’an suddenly felt a headache coming on. She lifted a hand to rub at her temple, then when she got to the last dress, she couldn’t help but knit her brows: "May I ask... who sent this?"
"Han Yixiao."
So it’s from Angel Yixiao ...Xia Wan’an looked at the pile of dresses and was suddenly at a loss. Which one should she wear? Does that... even need consideration? It has to be... Han Jingnian’s dress....
With that thought, Xia Wan’an beckoned to a waiter to take these people upstairs, and have the dresses placed in Han Jingnian’s suite. After receiving Han Jingnian’s dress, she prepared to find a restroom to change quickly and go in.
Right as the people were being led away by the waiter, and she just turned around with the dress from Han Jingnian in her arms, soone called out to stop her: "Miss Xia Wan’an?"
Xia Wan’an turned back to see a young man in a duckbill cap and city delivery uniform approaching her: "This is sothing a gentleman asked to deliver to you."
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