Chapter 108 Vain bumpkin (first read what the author has to say, it's important!)
Ye Sibai walked briskly, and soon he reached the center of the banquet hall.
"Is this also Mr. Ye's son?"
Someone who had just had a pleasant conversation with Ye Zhiliang couldn't help but ask when he saw Ye Sibai, who looked somewhat similar to Ye Siyi.
"The young masters and ladies of the Ye family are indeed extraordinary-looking. I just thought that Miss Ye was stunning enough, but I didn't expect that this young master is so good-looking."
"No, she is so handsome at such a young age. If she grows up, she will probably break the heart of a certain kind of girl."
Some people praised, some made fun of me, and for a while, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
When Ye Zhiliang and others came over, they heard these words and their expressions turned extremely ugly.
These people actually regarded Ye Sibai as a boy?
Ye Zhiliang took a look at Ye Sibai's appearance at this moment. He indeed looked like a young boy who couldn't tell the difference between male and female.
The more this happens, the angrier he becomes. What does it look like to live in a house with a girl?
"Mr. Ye, your children are extraordinary." Someone praised with a smile.
Ye Zhiliang's face turned green and white, and an extremely ugly and stiff smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Where is it?"
"Hey, I see Master Ye's clothes, why do they look so familiar?" Suddenly someone noticed Ye Sibai's clothes.
"Ah! I remembered, this is, is this a work by Kristen Anderson?"
"Kristin? What you are talking about is not Kristen Anderson, the exclusive designer of the little prince of the Royal Family of Country Y?"
"That's her. I was lucky enough to see Christine's designs once. Every piece of clothing she designed has an exclusive logo. This was a habit she had before becoming the exclusive designer for the little prince of Country Y.
I will never admit my mistake."
When several people heard this, they all looked at the strange pattern print on Ye Sibai's clothes.
For a moment, the surrounding area became quiet. He looked at Ye Sibai and said nothing, but the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.
How ridiculous is it that a little-known family wears clothes designed by a designer exclusively for the royal family and princes?
When Ye Zhiliang heard this, he almost lost his temper.
Seeing that the people who had a pleasant conversation with him were now looking at him with a mocking look, Ye Zhiliang only felt that his old face was as embarrassing as being put on the ground and being stepped on.
"Ye Sibai!" He was so angry that he shouted without caring about his face.
Ye Qianyan looked at Ye Sibai bitterly, her heart full of cruelty.
Ye Sibai, since you have to deliver it to your door yourself, you can't blame me.
She lowered her eyes and looked up again, with an anxious look on her face.
"Sibai, you, how could you do this? Even if you are angry that we didn't bring you to the banquet, you can't just come dressed in the best clothes. This is a very impolite behavior."
After saying that, he looked at everyone with red eyes and looked very apologetic and embarrassed.
"Uncles, I'm really sorry. Sibai is young and ignorant, and she grew up in the country. She didn't know that this was a replica of Christine's dress. I took her to apologize to everyone."
As he spoke, tears of grievance fell down.
"Hey, Miss Ye, it's not your fault. Some people are too vain and have become a joke. What does it have to do with you?"
When they saw the beautiful woman crying, the young men who had had a pleasant conversation with her before immediately comforted her.
"That's right, he turns out to be a country bumpkin who grew up in the countryside. No wonder he is so different from Miss Ye."
Tangtang has something to say: The previous chapters 102-107 have been overhauled. Please read it again. There are some changes in the plot. This chapter may not be connected with yesterday’s update. You can exit the app and re-enter. If it doesn’t work, try it.
Just remove this book from the bookshelf and add it to the bookshelf~