As soon as the elevator door closed, Wen Nuan alertly pressed the button for the first floor and turned to Wen Ya, saying, "I'm going back to Auntie's house. There's a dress in the bedroom there that I wore at noon, and your clothes don't fit me."
"How can that be?"
Wen Ya looked disapproving, then reached out and pressed the button for the 16th floor. "At such a banquet, those ladies and misses are incredibly sharp-eyed. If people see you wearing the same dress from noon, they'd think the Wen family mistreated you."
Speaking reassuringly, Wen Ya comforted Wen Nuan, "Don't worry, all those dresses are new. You can choose whichever you like."
With an indifferent expression, Wen Nuan was still pondering a strategy when she saw Wen Ya quickly pull a spray can out of her purse.
"What are you doing?"
Without thinking, Wen Nuan reached out to grab Wen Ya's hand and held it high in the air.
With a hiss, a cloud of white mist fell from above their heads.
