Miss Liu was overcome with shame and indignation, fleeing in disarray.
Hong Yu glanced indifferently at her retreating figure, his expression unchanging.
If she hadn't repeatedly mocked Yun Mengyao, Hong Yu couldn't have been bothered to argue with a woman.
He didn't care if he was wronged or looked down upon, but Yun Mengyao was someone he held sacred. He would never allow her to suffer the slightest grievance.
"Proprietor, please wrap all of this up for me," Hong Yu said lightly.
"Ah?"
The proprietor finally snapped out of his daze. He carefully took the Purple Gold Card from Hong Yu's hand. "Honored guest, please wait a moment. I'll wrap them for you right away!"
A short while later, all twenty-some outfits were neatly packed.
Hong Yu placed them in his Storage Ring and turned to leave with Yun Mengyao.
"Take care, honored guest!"
