Zhu Lin was fixated on Yao Tang. She clasped her hands together and stared at her for a very long time, looking like a child who was begging her mother to give her a chance. No one had ever seen the normally-elegant woman act like this before.
However, Yao Tang could only shake her head in response.
"I can understand." Zhu Lin sighed. "It must be difficult to contact such a famous designer to even commission such a piece. I should have expected that you would not have a duplicate."
When the people around her heard it, they fell into another round of discussion.
"The necklace is that precious? Miss Yao Tang must have invested a lot into it."
"But if it was really precious, how could Yao Tang give it away like that? They must be really good friends."
"If it were me, I would've kept that treasure all to myself."
"From the looks of it, Yao Ran's gift is nothing compared to hers."
