Everyone was stunned; she actually wore a wig. They could imagine this woman was here to make trouble, but they didn't anticipate such premeditated deceit.
The woman let out a piercing scream, her conspiracy revealed. She clutched her head with both hands, no longer exhibiting any of her previously arrogant demeanor—she couldn't even feign it anymore.
"Beauty, why don't you call the reporters? Let them get a good look at you and report on your tactics, to prevent more people from being deceived, how about that?" Yang Fan stared at her, shaking the wig in his hand.
"Give it back to me, give me back my wig." The woman reached out to snatch the wig from Yang Fan's hand.
Yang Fan remained unmoved: "Beauty, tell me, who put you up to this?"
