Fu Rongyin also had a cold expression, "My wife is right, the old man sending her a dress you've worn, wouldn't that ruin his reputation?"
Zhan Youyou sneered, "Grandpa has so many things to handle every day, he can just give instructions to send the dress, words alone are not proof, how can you prove the dress on you was sent by Grandpa?"
Chi Yue bit her lip, looking at Fu Rongyin, "But, when the old man sent the dress over, you were by my side."
Fu Rongyin nodded slightly, "Don't be afraid, with me here, no one will frame you."
Zhan Youyou ground her teeth secretly, speaking viciously: "It's not hard to prove whether this dress is mine, it has my name embroidered by my designer, my name."
Chi Yue thought for a moment, "I'll take off the dress now, and you can explain in front of everyone."
"No way," Zhan Youyou refused, "who knows if you'll tamper with it when you go back, check here with everyone around, no one can frame you."
