The clothes were his design, made to order by someone he arranged. Who else could have tampered with them?
No wonder he advised her not to compete today on the street, perhaps it was a moment of conscience, not wanting to see her embarrassed. But in the end, he still let her go to the competition, while he guiltily ran away himself.
Mo Ran had never imagined that Gu Yixuan could be such a person.
Gu Yixuan nodded with a cold expression, "I also did not expect a problem with the clothes. Rest assured, I will have someone investigate and find out what exactly happened."
How could there be quality issues with clothes made by an internationally renowned master? Clearly, someone had sabotaged them in secret.
Mo Ran grew angry, "You’re still pretending! This is your conspiracy, you just wanted to humiliate me! Gu Yixuan, let me tell you, this is not how you humiliate someone! My dreams are gone, my efforts wasted, I’ve been laughed at, are you happy now?"
Gu Yixuan frowned, displeased, "You suspect that I deliberately hurt you?"
"Yes, you did it on purpose!"
"Do I, Gu Yixuan, need to harm you like that? I might not be the most straightforward person, but I would never stoop to such an uncultured act."
"Who knows? Maybe you did it on a whim, just looking for someone to tease. Who knows what you’re thinking. Anyway, no one other than you would tamper with the clothes. I just knew it was too good to be true that you would kindly design and make clothes for me, it turns out, you just wanted to laugh at me. What a pity, you should have watched longer. My appearance at that time would have definitely made you laugh your head off!"
Hearing Mo Ran say this, Gu Yixuan felt somewhat sorrowful. Not for himself, but for her. She seldom made a scene, and now, speaking so much in an indifferent tone, she must be very upset.
"Ranran, you have to believe me, I really did not intend to embarrass you. The clothes, where are they? Give them to me, and I’ll have someone look into what went wrong," he spoke softly.
Seeing him , Mo Ran also doubted, perhaps it wasn’t him. But other than him, she really couldn’t think of anyone else. Google seaʀᴄh novel·fiɾe·net
"The clothes are lost!" she replied irritably. The clothes were actually left in Tang Song’s car, and he probably threw them away for her.
"Where did you lose them?"
"I don’t know! Go find them yourself!"