Xu Yuanyuan clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Nobody had ever dared to disrespect her like this. Her glare burned with hatred as she stared at Yan Rouxi, itching to put her in her place. But she couldn't. Yan Rouxi came from a prestigious family—offending her would be a reckless mistake.
On top of that, she was the CEO of one of the most powerful media companies, someone who had the influence to ruin both her reputation and her future. Xu Yuanyuan wasn't foolish enough to start a battle she couldn't win. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to remain composed. "Miss Yan, this has nothing to do with you. I hope you can stay out of it."
Yan Rouxi merely arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms with an air of amusement. "Oh? Nothing to do with me? Now, that's where you're mistaken." Her gaze flickered to the red dress in Xia Yuqing's hands before she chuckled. "My friend picked this dress for me. So, naturally, I'm going to buy it."