"Hmph, what good is being good-looking, just a pretty face!"
"Yeah, just now acting all high and mighty, a country bumpkin thinking they can enter such places, really dreaming too big."
"..."
Several women began to throw sarcastic remarks. It's easy to understand, because Chu Wanjun had almost stolen all the attention today. When Chu Wanjun came in, nearly all the men's eyes were glued to her, making some spoiled rich kids even disgusted by their own female companions.
So, these people were full of hostility toward Chu Wanjun, seizing the opportunity to humiliate her.
Su Xuan couldn't bear it and retorted directly.
"Why are you all making a fuss, if my wife is a vase, then you are clay pots."
Su Xuan's words almost made them spit blood. My God, he actually called them clay pots, and those are so ugly.
Just as a few women were about to start a ruckus, Old Master Xiong stood up slowly and said.
