"This?"
"New year's gift." Fu Jiu laughed lightly, sitting there languidly in her chiffon cardigan. "How can a girl attend a masquerade without a dress? You lost a lot of weight recently, and since white suits you, you could be an angel."
Although Xue Yaoyao had never really seen too many expensive things, she knew instantly that, with a single touch of the fabric, the dress was by no means cheap.
Highness Jiu was always like this.
More thoughtful than anyone else.
Warmer than anyone else.
"Thank you."
Xue Yaoyao closed the gift box with a big smile.
She thought that it was her biggest fortune to have met someone like Fu Jiu in her living years.
Fu Jiu was still holding the side of her face, smiling trickily, beautiful as always.
The masquerade party wouldn't start until 6:30 pm.
To prevent the youngster from escaping, Qin Mo called someone right after the board meeting which ended at 2 pm.
