Behind them, Chu Xiyao and her entourage stood there, each with a sullen face, especially Josie Martin, who was trembling with anger.
She never considered Su Ran worth her attention.
She didn’t take a single word Su Ran said to heart.
After all, who can’t talk tough?
But now, she felt her identity and status were being challenged.
As a mber of the Martin family, no one had ever dared to be so arrogant in front of her.
"Arrogant! This Su Ran is just too arrogant!!"
Josie Martin clenched her fists as she watched Su Ran’s departing figure, her gaze like a blade coated in ice.
"Exactly, does she really think being the president of the Fashion Association makes her unbeatable?"
"Can she ever be more impressive than Miss Ella and Josie?"
"How can a commoner compare with Miss Ella and Josie?"
"CE’s international status is well-established, it’s not so easily affected, is it?"
"Why should CE pay for sothing plagiarized by their own countryn?"
"Frankly, it’s because of their own poor character..."
The complints from others did nothing to improve Josie Martin’s complexion, she still looked sullenly in the direction Su Ran had left, her eyes shadowed.
This ti, she must teach her a lesson!!
Chu Xiyao also looked toward the direction Su Ran had left, her eyes showing no ripples, no emotions, only a profound and serene chill, as if freezing all the surrounding clamor.
Su Ran, you’re too complacent!
You’ve been complacent for too long!!
–
anwhile, elsewhere.
Mo Shangjie hopped over to Su Ran with an eager curiosity shining in his eyes.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, what did you give Josie Martin as a return gift?"
"Why did you give her a return gift?"
"That’s not fair! Why didn’t I get one?"
"Sister-in-law, you’re biased. Is that woman cuter, more well-behaved, loyal, and filial than ?"
Upon hearing this, Su Ran paused her steps, turning her head to look at him.
"Do you also want a return gift?"
Caught by Su Ran’s careless gaze, Mo Shangjie’s heart skipped a beat, his body instinctively went into survival mode.
He quickly shook his head and firmly said, "Don’t want it!!"
Su Ran raised an eyebrow, giving him an amused look, but said nothing further and continued to walk forward.
Her cool voice drifted with the wind.
"You guys go back to the hotel first."
"Hey, aren’t you going back to the hotel?" Mo Shangjie shouted at her back.
Su Ran waved her hand, "I still have sothing to do."
As soon as she finished speaking, her figure gradually disappeared into the crowd.
"The fashion week is already over, what else is there to do?"
Mo Shangjie looked at the crowd, as if talking to himself, or perhaps asking Ling Qingan beside him.
Ling Qingan silently watched the direction Su Ran left, not saying a word.
–
After the fashion week ended, Mo Shangjie and others didn’t plan to stay long.
They intended to rest at the hotel for one night and return ho the next day.
As there were quite a few of them, they arranged for a private jet, only to be inford that Country F’s borders were enforcing a no-fly order, and they couldn’t apply for a flight route.
Inquiring with Country F’s military yielded no clear answers, so he went to find Su Ran with confusion.
Only to find out that she had not yet returned.
Suddenly, a feeling of foreboding rose in Mo Shangjie’s heart, his usual nonchalance vanished in an instant.
What replaced his usual cavalier deanor was an almost cool calmness.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, took out his phone ready to make a call, and then the phone in his hand suddenly began to ring.
Reviews
All reviews (0)