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Li An'an took a look at the dress that Yang Xia had brought over. She contemplated for a moment. Then, she took a pair of scissors from the room and cut horizontal stripes in the back of the dress.

Yang Xia was dumbfounded. "An'an, this dress costs 20,000 yuan. Why did you cut it up just like that."

"Well, I don't want to dress like I'm going to a funeral!"

Yang Xia immediately fell silent. This dress was a little conservative, but it was also because she was in a hurry. Although she knew many people, no one wanted others to steal their limelight at this banquet. They would not loan a beautiful dress.

"Here's a mask." Yang Xia gave her a silver fox mask. Li An'an put it on and put on her high heels. Before Yang Xia's eyes, she was transformed into an enchanting and mysterious looking woman. Li An'an looked at herself in the mirror. After some thought, she used a curling iron to put curls in her long black hair.