The Mistress of the Yan Family

Seeing this, He Rui was finally pleased. She glanced at Mu Xiyan's dress with disdain in her eyes, as her voice turned sharper.

"Oh, you don't know how to dress up for this banquet! "What a lousy gown, it's really unconventional, just like you, who can't show your face!"

When Mu Xiyan heard this, she lowered her head to look at the clothes she was wearing.

The white dress was cut in half, with smooth lines. Her beautiful figure was outlined from the back all the way to her waist.

Everyone with a discerning eye could see that apart from not knowing the brand name, the dress Mu Xiyan wore couldn't compare to the elegance and elegance of He Rui's group, but it was better than being generous and decent. In comparison, the clothes that He Rui wore were inlaid with bright jewelry and were printed with large logos, making them look even more vulgar.