"Who made these clothes? Step forward!" Wen Nannan's reprimanding tone was so natural that it felt completely natural, and to everyone's surprise, a woman actually stepped forward.
Of course, she had no choice but to step forward, as everyone's gaze was fixed on her.
Wen Nannan sized her up, her stance as if she were an HR manager interviewing a newly graduated rookie—immediately making the woman feel awkward, as if she'd forgotten that she was supposed to be delivering life-or-death wedding attire.
Wen Nannan gave a discerning look before putting on an expression of reluctant disdain: "Yesterday, I just bought some colored pencils for the two kids. I can't exactly expect you to make decent clothes."