Xia Yingluo did not expect her to kick a fuss out of her gown.
This gown was borrowed from Jin Ling'er. Having made her debut not too long ago, Jin Ling'er wasn't financially very able yet, and there was nothing embarrassing about using her hard-earned money to get what she could afford. As for Xia Yingluo, it was even less embarrassing—even if she came in rags, everyone would recognize her status, and there was no need for her to flaunt her wealth.
She looked at Pei Yan as if she was looking at an idiot. "Yeah, this dress costs only about a thousand yuan, so what?"
Her "so what" shut Pei Yan up right away. She could mock any girl who turned up at a rich girl's wedding this way, but Xia Yingluo, of all people? She was probably the richest person amongst them. Her allowance was probably worth as much as some people's assets.
