Sixty-one

when she first walked out of the dressing room in her gown, Ye Fei Mo's eyes had also flashed with surprise. Looking into the mirror, she realized that she had become a completely different person....Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go." by the feigned smile on her face. 。She was so angry she wanted to grab the tray of wine from the waiter and throw it at them, but she held back. She endured their insults and mockery with a stoic fac...