It must be said, professionalism is professionalism. When Chi Nuan changed into the clothes and shoes designed by Designer Zhou, and finished her hair and makeup, she was truly like a different person.
Originally, she was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, full of youthful energy, but not quite captivating.
Now, she donned an ankle-length dress in a shade of autumn water, sleeveless, but draped with a fine, soft silk scarf over her arms. Her hair was let down in a half-curl short style, with a small tuft tied up, exuding a quiet elegance with a hint of playfulness.
She wore a set of tiny pearl earrings on her ears, and a thin silver chain on her neck.
On her feet were a pair of ten-centimeter white stiletto heels.
The makeup on her face was the currently very popular nude style, playful yet graceful.
As she walked out, there was an aura of an upper-class socialite about her.
Jealousy flared in Chi Wei's eyes.
This Chi Nuan, so beautiful and captivating, evoking envy.
