On the last day of the design competition, Hilla and Orlenna arrived at the scene together.
Bruce did not participate, but she and Orlenna sat in front of the VIP seats.
"I think the design is not bad."
Orlenna secretly turned her head and whispered in Hilla's ear.
Hilla followed Orlenna's fingertips and looked over. At a glance, she saw the girl in the corner. She held a piece of grass green cloth in her hand and was cutting it on the model.
In this kind of competition, it was the most time-saving and the most effective method to operate on models.
It seemed that this little designer was very smart.
Hilla took a closer look and felt that although her technique was a little immature, she did have her own ideas and insights about fashion design.
"Mom, you have a good eye. I think this girl can be recruited to the Anderson Group."
