Chapter 1726: 1723: Face-Slapping

Chapter 1726: Chapter 1723: Face-Slapping

A skirt as pure and dazzling as a forest instantly drew everyone’s attention. The green color was so outstanding by itself, and combined with the skirt that resembled a painting, it was a genuine temptation of beauty. Amidst the crowd below, it still caught the eye immediately.

“Oh my gosh, it’s so beautiful. That skirt looks like a painting.”

“And it even seems to move. No, to be accurate, it looks as if it’s alive. Every time you look, it leaves a different impression.”

“Hey, isn’t that Li Chun’er?”

With just one sentence from Miss Zhong, the surroundings instantly fell silent.

Everyone instinctively turned their gaze to Zhang Ling’er.

At this moment, Zhang Ling’er’s face was as calm as water, her hand clutching the teacup tightly, as if she wanted to stare the person downstairs into a sieve.

“How can it be Li Chun’er,” Zhang Ling’er said through gritted teeth.

But no one around dared to respond.

In terms of status, Zhang Ling’er was the highest here; none with a higher position had appeared.

Everyone had to speak with regard to her face, and no one was foolish enough to open their mouth at this moment.

And just as the crowd was silent, Li Chun’er downstairs had already started walking upwards.

When she walked past the door of Bailan Pavilion, the crowd belatedly realized she had definitely come up to show off!

All at once, the crowd didn’t know whether to leave or stay, knowing well that there would surely be a good show happening next.

While the crowd hesitated, Miss Zhong spoke flatteringly: “Ling’er, who knows where she snatched that dress from, she probably bullied someone again. We’re just out shopping for clothes like normal people, while she’s out doing such things. Who would want to compare themselves to her?”

Zhang Ling’er’s mood instantly improved, and she smiled: “You’re right. Why should I compare myself to someone who snatches other people’s clothes? No matter how pretty it is, so what.”

“I think you know you can’t beat her. What, now that you know you’ve lost, you’re making excuses to back down?” Li Chun’er’s arrogant voice rang out from the doorway. She was seen stepping in, having just overheard the conversation. She sneered, provocatively looking at Zhang Ling’er, speaking with no courtesy.

Finished speaking, Zhang Ling’er’s slightly eased mood was instantly provoked into an explosion by Li Chun’er’s words. Especially when seeing the dress she was wearing up close, the blow felt even more severe.

The skirt Zhang Ling’er thought was fine was immediately made to look somewhat cheap, its colors dimming.

The green indeed made her skin look fair, and in comparison, Zhang Ling’er’s dress suddenly lost its luster, only managing to appear cute, not stunning.

“Backing down? What am I backing down for? I don’t even know where you snatched that skirt from, and you think you have the right to mock me,” Zhang Ling’er said with disdain, internally staging a grand drama.

Li Chun’er lifted her chin high: “Snatch? Do I need to snatch? This is a skirt I personally bought at the Yonghe Clothing Store. Ever heard of the Yonghe Clothing Store?”

“Do you know what kind of material my dress is made from?”

“Do you know there’s fabric that even Beirong cannot compete with?”

“Yes, you’re not mistaken, it’s the fabric used for my skirt, which took two months to create. It’s made from unique fabric,” Li Chun’er lightly chuckled, looking at the composed face of Zhang Ling’er. “This skirt fits me perfectly, don’t you think, Miss Zhang?”

“Impossible!” Zhang Ling’er instinctively rebutted, for the simple reason that she simply didn’t believe other shops could make a dress better than those at Bailan Pavilion.