Fu Chenlie didn't answer her directly but chuckled, "Weren't you the one who didn't want to know?"
Her palm was still clutching that champagne-colored dress. Upon hearing his words, she couldn't help but feel slightly tense, the delicate fabric in her hand crumpling under her grip.
A few seconds later, Wen Ran turned to him, her voice playful yet cautious, "Originally, I didn't want to know. But you kept steering me into asking you, so if I don't ask, wouldn't that be not giving you face?"
His lips curled faintly as he looked at her with an air of leisure, and then he uttered three words: "It's my aunt."
Wen Ran frowned, her face full of surprise. "Huh?"
"The dress was chosen by my aunt on my behalf. She happened to be busy with something that day, but passed by Fu Group and brought it over for me. I went downstairs to retrieve it."
"…Oh… Oh."
The awkwardness in her expression deepened.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be his aunt!