"Good!"
Upon hearing Lu Yu's words, Isabelle Adjani's voice carried a hint of anger. She looked at Lu Yu in front of her and opened her mouth, "In that case, I want to see how your fiancée can wear this outfit!"
As she spoke, Isabelle Adjani's face was full of disdain. She simply couldn't believe that Leng Qingqiu would perfectly manage that set of clothes!
Upon hearing this, Lu Yu's eyes glanced coldly at Isabelle Adjani. His face was full of contempt, but he didn't say much more.
Lu Yu now didn't regard Isabelle Adjani at all, and he felt that speaking more with this woman was a waste of life.
Seeing that Lu Yu completely ignored her, Isabelle Adjani felt a wave of embarrassment.
As a rising star among British models, many people want to be close to her, but Lu Yu's indifference and refusal to acknowledge her left her feeling extremely awkward.
Now, guests around had gathered. Each of them looked at Isabelle Adjani and Lu Yu with traces of anticipation in their eyes.
