Baili Xia mused to herself, probably only Uncle and Brother, those cold men who wouldn't bother looking at beauties.
Speaking of charity auctions, she understood them.
There are many on television; whenever there's a charity event, those big families rush to bid.
On the surface it looks like they're auctioning donations, but in reality, it's just to show off who's richer.
However, girls competing for beauty shouldn't be that intense.
Dressing up nicely is enough; why bother comparing with others?
"I won't compare with others; I can just wear anything, right?"
Mu Xiaoyao glanced at Mu Xiaojiu, who was at the main seat, but said nothing.
Mu Xiaojiu said blandly, "Tomorrow Mrs. Wen will bring over evening gowns; you, Xiaoxiao, and Zimo can choose."
Baili Xia was slightly taken aback. She had been away for a few days, yet Wen Yu was already managing these things.
She didn't know when Uncle and the main house had become so close.
