Little Uncle's Coldness

A man's voice.

It was cold and imposing.

The rich madams couldn't help but look back and squeeze out a smile. "Young Master Bai…"

Bai Yeyuan smiled lightly as he entertained her. His gaze locked onto Xiao Ning, who was standing next to Gu Qiqi in the crowd.

He had only left for a minute. Why was this troublesome girl surrounded and had fingers pointed at her?

It seemed that they even suspected that she was wearing a fake gown?

Beigong Xiaojiu's work had such an obvious style. Could these rich madams really not tell or were they too inexperienced?

That's true. Even high society was divided into different grades.

Not everyone had the chance to come into contact with such a high-end royal customization.

It wasn't strange that no one could recognize her.

Then, the question was, where did Little Lemon get such an expensive customized gown?

Bai Yeyuan squinted dangerously and walked towards Xiao Ning step by step.