She had always been treated like a little princess, cradled in Si Yuhuan's palms. Having never been treated this way before, her complexion changed rapidly.
Yaoyao was even more brazen. "I'm warning you, if anyone dares to touch a hair on our heads, don't blame Director Si, Si Yuhuan, for coming after you!"
"Drag them out!"
Jian Xi descended, accompanied by the fashion show organizers. The power dynamic was immediately clear.
No matter how foul Yaoyao's curses were, they were still dragged out.
The lead organizer bowed obsequiously to her. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Si, for disturbing your enjoyment." Then, he gestured to the crowd. "Everyone, please don't mind. Let's continue."
Jian Xi arched an eyebrow at the women who had just spoken up for Jiang Qimeng. Her aura of superiority pressed down on them, and they scurried away dejectedly.
