A single sentence caused everyone present to instantly fall silent. The smile on Cheng Yuanyuan's face suddenly froze. Ji Xinxin snorted coldly. Only Ling Chuxia stood quietly for a moment, then took the dress from Cheng Yuanyuan's hand and walked a few steps forward. Xiao Zhao stood there with an apologetic expression and a trace of unease.
She looked up at Xiao Zhao. Her beautiful face remained calm, and there was no ripple in her eyes; she even curved her lips slightly in a faint smile, her voice as gentle as ever, "Quickly send the dress to the Young Master. Don't delay the Young Master's important matters."
After speaking, she lifted her hand and handed the dress she was holding to Xiao Zhao.