In front of a wall of iron you can't kick through, you're not even worth a fart!
Lu Yu said this in an eerily calm, icy tone. Right now his eyes were full of mockery and chill as he looked at Isabelle Adjani, a frosty sharpness flashing in his gaze.
If it hadn't been for Isabelle Adjani thinking too highly of herself and taking the initiative to attack Lu Yu with her words, things never had to get to this point!
But now it was too late to say anything. Isabelle Adjani had already paid the price for her arrogance just now.
You have to understand, offending a Royal Clothing Master like Paul Smith—how terrifying the consequences are is something mere models like them absolutely cannot bear!
"That's right."
Hearing Lu Yu's words, Paul Smith at the side opened his mouth and said, "You were the one who started all this, and yet not only did you refuse to apologize, you even stirred up trouble in my shop!"
