At this moment, Chen Yue felt the world spinning around her.
Full of deep regret.
She had never imagined that the small brand Lin Guixiang had mentioned was Beauty Chant.
If she had known, she certainly would have treated Lin Wu and the others well.
Chen Yue took a deep breath, trying hard to calm herself, and looked toward Pan Ling with the disdain once on her face having vanished, "Pan, Sister Pan, you're not joking with me, are you?"
She always felt that Pan Ling was joking with her.
That was Beauty Chant.
The very thing she couldn't even get from scalpers.
Pan Ling said seriously, "Why would I joke about this with you? If you don't believe it, come to the shop with me and see for yourself, the Immortal Phoenix Set they gave me is still there."
A few days ago, Chen Yue and Pan Ling had stood in line together, but both had left empty-handed.