Lu Mian's words were decisive.
They created quite a stir in the birthday banquet hall.
Everyone focused their gaze on her, all with a scrutinizing attitude, watching her.
Lu Mian rubbed her temples with her fingers.
The other party's repeated promotion of Cen Ci, misusing his name to act, had exhausted her patience.
You can give a gift for a birthday that is inexpensive, or not precious.
But to clearly give a counterfeit, insisting it's a masterpiece personally chosen by a master is really disgusting.
Leng Yao flipped her long ponytail, glaring at Lu Mian.
After half a minute of silence and digestion, she smiled calmly, "Miss Lu Mian, please be cautious with your words. Today is Mr. Ye's birthday banquet, I can choose not to argue with you."
"What is there for you to argue about? Hmm?" Lu Mian's cold eyes swept over the Jade Pan Peach, "Hiding behind Cen Ci's name, yet you give a fake, do you think no one can tell?"
"You!"
