"I-it's not my birthday," Xiong Wuyue answered through gritted teeth. Xiong Zhi this bitch, always bullying them whenever she saw them. It was the same last year in the annual banquet. Xiong Wuyue asked herself how many times she has to endure this humiliation.
"It is a dress created by a top designer in Paris."
"Oh, is that so? I thought I saw it in your birthday last time I attended. You know, when you became famous overnight."
"...."
Xiong Wuyue's face heated. That was the worst birthday she ever had!
She badly wanted to scratch the bitch's face for having the gall to even mention it, when she was the culprit!
Some people at the nearby tables murmured among themselves. Ever since they noticed the heiress mocking Xiong De and his daughter in the last year's banquet, to curry favor with Xiong Zhi, they deliberately and 'subtly' attacked the subject of mockery.
Anyways, Xiong De was no longer the same as the past.
