Qiao Mo shook her head, only feeling that people nowadays can really do anything.
Even selling rice grains...
But such things, tens of thousands at a time, shouldn't be worth much, right?
She turned around and walked towards the bedroom, calculating that in a few days, she would have to head off to the second qualifying round of Milan Fashion Week.
If she's estimated correctly, this time it should be menswear.
Generally speaking, menswear is simpler than womenswear and requires less time.
Putting menswear first and eliminating most people gives them enough time to consider work and graduation projects, it's indeed more reasonable.
Qiao Mo suddenly stopped as she walked downstairs.
How come those names seem to be all people who confessed to her!
How could it be such a coincidence?
Could it be Fu Nancheng...
The thought made Qiao Mo's face turn green.
Could it really be him?
He claims that as a petty man he wouldn't settle scores with those people.
