"That's the dress your mother sent to you," said a girl with a homely look beside Fu Zhi.
Even though the custom-fitted black qipao did not look as impressive as the rhinestone-embellished bellflower dress, it was still a limited-edition piece from Kimorty. It was not something that one could buy with money.
It went without saying that the girls were envious of her as well.
Frowning, Fu Zhi took the qipao out. There was a blue envelope underneath the box.
When she opened the envelope, Su Xing saw a line of words on the black-colored card—"For Ms. Lu Chuwan."
Cocking her head, Su Xing exclaimed, "Hey, isn't this dress for Lu Chuwan?"
"What? This is Lu Chuwan's dress?"
Su Xing took the card and said, "Here, see for yourself. It says on top that this dress is for Lu Chuwan."
This was the first thing Lu Chuwan heard when she returned to the dressing room, and she subconsciously placed her hand on her sore waist.
