Jiang Yanna, standing off to the side, clenched her fingers tightly into her palms. Things were veering completely off script. She had fully expected Qiao Meixia to explode in anger or shrink away in humiliation after having her grand gown ruined. If Qiao Meixia had thrown a bitter tantrum, everyone present would have naturally written her off as an uncultured, unreasonable girl from the countryside.
Yet Qiao Meixia was infuriatingly unfazed. She did not seem to care about the astronomical price tag of the luxury dress at all.
'Why isn't she throwing a fit?' Jiang Yanna glared secretly at the stain, her frustration mounting.
She had engineered this scene hoping Qiao Meixia would make a complete fool of herself in front of the entire high-society crowd. Instead, Jiang Fenfang and Jiang Boqin were now standing firmly on Qiao Meixia's side, shielding her from further embarrassment.
Jin Zexi picked up on the shifting dynamic and hastily stepped forward to bolster Jiang Yanna.
