At the climax of the banquet, Li Qiyu, in the lounge, donned a mask and changed into the clothes Miss Shang had prepared for her. Hmm, a common beige long skirt which looked strikingly similar to the hostess's at the banquet—she could be mistaken for a receptionist at a glance.
Quite scheming, the skirt wasn't even her size, too large for her.
However, Li Qiyu had a good figure as a foundation. She herself chose a few pins to make minor adjustments and downsized the skirt. It instantly flattered her figure and she became as dazzling as a pearl hidden in the gravel—her radiance unstoppable.
Her stature and demeanor were too distinctive, her fair and delicate skin seemed to glow, shimmering as she stood there.
