He flipped through the papers and rattled off a series of questions, "Xiaohe, are you going to O Continent? When are you leaving? How many days will you be away? When will you return?"
A barrage of questions burst forth, and Xu He wasn't sure which to answer first, "My assistant booked a flight for tomorrow morning. As for when I'll return... that depends on how smoothly things go."
As she spoke, she seemed thoughtful—it was evident that this task was not going to be easy.
Baoli Fashion Week is, in the eyes of numerous fashion industry elites, the ultimate ceiling of style.
Not to mention the high barrier to showcasing one's own designs at Baoli Fashion Week, even if you pass the selection, I heard that the slots are filled for the next two years.
Trying to insert ten outfits into the upcoming spring fashion week is, you could say, an impossible mission.
And this was something Xia Yuzheng was all too aware of.
