"If you don't understand design, don't talk nonsense. I insist that the slit is the only flaw in this dress," Xiang Wanqiu retorted irritably.

"You're the one who doesn't understand design!"

An angry voice came from behind Xiang Wanqiu.

The two looked towards the doorway.

Su Yu opened the door and came out.

"Hello, designer Su Yu, I've heard so much about you." Ming Jiayi said with a smile to Su Yu.

Xiang Wanqiu's lips twitched, and she looked at Su Yu somewhat awkwardly, "Designer Su, that's not what I meant..."

"So what do you mean? The design I'm most proud of in this dress is that slit. Since you think that's a flaw, why did you even buy it? Buying a flawed dress probably doesn't suit your status as a big star!"

"No, I was just trying to roast her. I thought someone like her, a country bumpkin, wouldn't understand your design."

"Oh?" Ming Jiayi looked at Xiang Wanqiu with great interest, her words laced with a teasy tone.

"Indeed, I haven't seen as much of the world as Sister Wanqiu. What I just said was merely my humble opinion. Please forgive me if I offended you."

"What right do you have to call others 'country bumpkins'? I think you're the one who doesn't understand design or art!" Su Yu didn't answer Ming Jiayi, but angrily pushed Xiang Wanqiu and kicked her out the door.

Xiang Wanqiu stared at Su Yu with a livid face. She genuinely wanted to buy Su Yu's dress and thought highly of her. She never expected Su Yu to be so ungrateful.

No wonder she disappeared for so many years, and the clothes she made were ridiculed by everyone.

"Designer Su, have you thought this through? I've brought enough money with me this time, hoping to help you make a comeback. Are you sure you want to kick me out?" Xiang Wanqiu asked threateningly, her anger turning into a smile.

Su Yu gave a cold laugh and then walked into the house.

Ming Jiayi raised an eyebrow, crossed her arms, and looked at Xiang Wanqiu with amusement.

That's it? The female lead doesn't seem that impressive.

Why do I get so angry and can't control my emotions?

"Ming Jiayi, what are you looking at? Su Yu will invite me in later..."

"Smack..."

Xiang Wanqiu had only spoken halfway when suddenly, a person walked past Ming Jiayi, carrying a basin of water, and splashed it towards the front door.

The next second, the gray-white floor turned gray-black, and some water droplets were dripping down next to the iron gate.

Ming Jiayi pursed her lips, staring blankly at Xiang Wanqiu, who was now soaked to the bone. She wanted to gloat, but was too embarrassed to laugh.

What was she trying to say?

Sorry, I haven't finished listening yet.

Why aren't you saying anything?

"You!" Xiang Wanqiu stood there trembling with anger.

Her hair was disheveled from the water, her makeup was smudged, and her white dress became see-through and clung tightly to her skin.

Su Yu pulled Ming Jiayi's hand and walked into the house. Then, she grabbed a piece of clothing from the sofa and threw it out the door.

"This is compensation for you. Goodbye and don't come back."

After Su Yu finished speaking, she forcefully pulled the door back inside, leaving Xiang Wanqiu alone at the door, beautiful and solitary.

"Aaaaaah!" Xiang Wanqiu stomped her foot in frustration and shouted loudly inside, "Ming Jiayi! Su Yu! I hate you!"

Ming Jiayi's gaze drifted leisurely towards the door.

That's really tragic.

They deserve it.