The Live Scene That Lost Control

"You bought this?" Lin Wanwan looked at it. "Which master's work is this?"

Lu Zhanbei said, "I bought this from a little stall."

"How much did you spend?"

"Thirty-five."

Lin Wanwan was speechless for a while. Then she rolled her eyes. "I don't believe it!"

Although the gown could not be compared to Jennifer's personal design, it could definitely be presented on stage. Not only was the fabric excellent, each needlework and threadwork was tight, as if the person who made this had poured in a lot of effort.

"Lin Wanwan, how long is it since you've gone home?"

Home…

Lu Zhanbei's inexplicable question made Lin Wanawn stunned for a while before reacting.

"You mean to the Lin family?"

"Yes."

Lin Wanwan's lips curved into a self-mocking arc. "That's not my home. Aside from Grandpa, no one in the Lin family truly likes me or treats me well. I'm not going back."