บท 177: IAmFashionista's Arc 1 is about to End

When Xiong Wuyue finally saw it she was a bit stunned.

It looks the same as the dress she had were on that night. It was made by fine golden threads and scattered crashed rubies were imbued on the dress. The materials were mostly the same. The design was a bit different. 

However, compared to Golden Time, this dress lacked a bit of elegance. If Golden Time was an empress, this dress is a consort. The ambiance was nowhere. It was like a copy cat of the Golden Time. 

Xiong Wuyue was a talented model after all. She had been studying fashion since young. She grew up in that field. She could tell the difference in the dress right away.

She suddenly got mad. The perfect dress that only suits her was not in her possession. But on that bitch's hand.

"Aghhh!" She threw the dress on the ground.

"I don't like it! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!"

She began to cry in madness.