Shen Tingting still couldn’t hide the smugness in her eyes, and sneered again: "Indeed, I’m wary of you. But so what? This world is all about the victors and the vanquished. You lost, just like your father!"
"The one who truly lost is you. Just like your father, you’re despicable, always using underhanded ans. Even if you win this ti, you won’t get far on this path." Qiao Mo spoke calmly.
"Ha! Even if I don’t get far, I’ll definitely go farther than you! It won’t be long before internationally renowned models are wearing my designs on stage. By tomorrow morning, my creations and I will dominate the headlines! And you, like a rat in a gutter, will be left to your own demise!"
Shen Tingting’s eyes reddened, recalling the humiliation she recently suffered, her little face sowhat contorted.
But when she saw the suit in Qiao Mo’s hands, her eyes brightened astonishingly.
Thinking of Qi Yu leaving, and how Qiao Mo wouldn’t have ti to find another model, she couldn’t help but feel exhilarated.
anwhile, in the front row of the show.
Fifteen, dressed all in black and expressionless, walked to Fu Nancheng’s side, bending over to whisper sothing in his ear.
Fu Nancheng nodded slightly, and Fifteen turned and left.
Playing with his phone, rembering Fifteen’s words, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes. A few seconds later, he got up and went to a corner to make a call.
Sitting back down, he received a video on his phone.
He slightly curled his lips and forwarded it directly to Qiao Mo.
At the sa ti, the model hired by Shen Tingting, Xiao Mo, walked out from the separate dressing room, like a walking mannequin, drawing hot stares the mont he appeared.
When people clearly saw his well-defined and deep face, a wave of exclamations arose backstage.
Many people looked sideways, as few expected Xiao Mo to co.
He was an international supermodel... a favorite of countless fashion brands!
Who would have thought he would attend a small campus runway show?
In fact, at this mont, many people started taking out their phones to snap photos quietly, and so couldn’t resist stepping up for an autograph.
Wherever Xiao Mo is, it’s guaranteed to make headlines tomorrow!
Xiao Mo is renowned in the modeling world for making anything he wears popular, even if it were a burlap sack. The next day, brands and bystanders would rush to imitate.
Seeing Xiao Mo walking toward her, Shen Tingting’s gaze grew increasingly smug.
"Oh, Qiao Mo, I forgot to introduce you. That’s Xiao Mo, the model walking the runway for this ti."
Qiao Mo looked up at him, earnestly observing, slightly stunned.
She had heard of Xiao Mo’s reputation; his figure was a constant sight on giant posters everywhere.
She had to admit, he was indeed much better than Qi Yu.
A cold, sharply defined face, exceptionally deep eyes, an extrely high-end aloof face. A peculiar blend of elegance and coldness.
Qiao Mo once again examined his physique, roughly about one ter nine, giving him a stronger presence.
His physique was flawless.
Moreover, he could easily portray the different vibes of each outfit.
Like now, wearing the suit designed by Shen Tingting.
In her view, it seed sowhat flamboyant and slightly tacky, but on Xiao Mo, it lacked tackiness, adding a touch of trendy and stylishness, compensating for its inherent flaws, and instead revealed its own flavor.
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