Everyone's interest was piqued. One by one, they looked over curiously. They wanted to know which family's daughter had arranged such a grand procession.
Jiang Yue was slightly stunned. She had a bad feeling. Could it be that these people were here to pass Qiao Nian a gown?
The five girls walked up to Qiao Nian, holding the gowns.
"Miss Qiao, we really didn't know what style you liked, so we brought you ten different pieces. Take a look and see if you like them. If not, I'll return to the studio to get more!"
The respect in the young girl's voice made one feel that Qiao Nian was some big shot who was undercover.
A smile lingered at the corner of Qiao Nian's lips. She said gratefully, "It's been hard on you this time. I can wear anything. Just pick one for me."
The onlookers' gazes fell on the ten gowns. They pursed their lips. These were indeed cheap goods. Otherwise, how could ten gowns be sent over all at once?
