Zhao Xiang's fingertips trembled, and he looked around past Wang Jin in front of him. Everyone's eyes at the banquet were focused on him, including the city lord sitting in the upper seat. He swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.
I cursed Wang Jin in my heart...
This person definitely did it on purpose, saying in front of so many people that the gift he gave was inappropriate... It was as if he was mocking him for not being able to give a decent gift.
Zhao Xiang wanted to cry but had no tears. He couldn't say that this was a gift for him. If he admitted it, it would be as if he couldn't find a decent piece of clothing to give away. How could he, the Zhao family, face people in Ning'an City...
Although he did intentionally send a shorter piece to embarrass Xi Yao, he must not admit it...
Zhao Xiang forced a smile and lied, "Please forgive me, Yao, I really took the wrong one... I didn't pay attention and accidentally took my own..."
Wang Jin heard this and said happily, "I knew Xiang'er had taken the wrong one. How could a piece of clothing be given as a gift and not have the right size? This dress is so gorgeous, I thought Xiang'er wanted to wear it at the banquet, so I brought it to you."
At this moment, Zhao Xiang just wanted to end this topic quickly, so she followed his words and responded: "Yes, I was originally going to wear this one... But I couldn't find it later and thought I lost it, so I thought I would go back and look for it..."
Wang Jin's eyes lit up when he heard this, and a sly look flashed in his eyes. He stuffed the clothes into Zhao Xiang's arms and said, "Then change quickly. Don't waste such beautiful clothes."
"…" Zhao Xiang was stunned. The clothes stuffed into his arms were very prickly. If he wore them, wouldn't he get rashes all over his body? He would be the one who made a fool of himself!
Chapter 113
Zhao Xiang shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, no, this is not appropriate... The banquet has already started, it would be very rude of me to do this..."
"What's so rude about that? Not changing this dress is a waste of Xiang'er's efforts." Wang Jin said, not giving Zhaoxiang any time to come up with an excuse. He turned to Xining and said, "Brother, what do you think?"
"It would be a shame if we didn't wear the clothes after they were prepared." Xining said, and said to Zhaoxiang considerately, "It's okay, there's a room at the back, go change."
"..." Zhao Xiang stared at the clothes in her hands, her knuckles clenched tightly...
What else can we do... The city lord has spoken...
Zhao Xiang took one last look at Wang Jin, turned around and walked back. The smile she always had on her face finally disappeared, and there was still a hint of fierceness on her face as she left.
Seeing him like this, Wang Jin was in a good mood.
"Okay, Yao'er, please take a seat." Xining gestured to the seat next to Wang Jin.
Wang Jin looked at the man next to him and asked, "What about Brother Heng?"
"He has his own place, come quickly." Xining said.
Wang Jin looked around and found that except for the seat where Zhao Xiang left, all other places were occupied. It didn't look like there were seats reserved for men.
Wang Jin asked in confusion, "Brother, where is Brother Heng sitting?"
A trace of helplessness flashed across Xining's eyes: "Yao'er! You are really..."
He said lovingly, looking at Pan Shulin: "Shulin, please show the ancient orc to his seat yourself."
Pan Shulin was startled, and quickly stood up, smiled and bowed, and said, "City Lord, I'm sorry... I didn't know... the young master brought someone back... and didn't prepare an extra position. I missed it."