The crowd that was surrounding Xiang Yiran tightly started to disperse slightly upon hearing the words.
Wen Wanzi adjusted her hold on the child and stepped closer, meeting Xiang Yiran's vigilant gaze.
She simply smiled warmly without speaking, confident that Xiang Yiran had heard her words.
Red-eyed, Xiang Yiran barely noticeably swallowed as she replied in a dry voice, "Is that so, Miss Wen? You have a solution?"
She was already flustered, and now Wen Wanzi's meddling added more confusion—she had no idea what trick was hidden up her sleeve.
Wen Wanzi smiled and lightly bounced the timid little girl resting on her shoulder before speaking politely.
"If I'm not mistaken, this dress was sent over from the fashion show in Italy, wasn't it?"
Xiang Yiran straightened her neck and replied confidently, "That's correct. It's still being showcased in Europe. I was able to… um, borrow it back for a few days."
She nearly slipped up but quickly corrected herself.