Amid everyone's sighs, the smile on the corner of An Ling's mouth gradually stiffened as she stood on the stage. When the camera focused on the suit in front of her, An Ling saw the truth on the LED screen behind -
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The white suit is indeed noble. Just by looking at its tailoring, you can tell that it is made by a master. However, the faint red color on the chest is very unsightly and appears just below the chest.
What's even more ironic is that the camera cleverly captured the logo on the collar of the suit, Hermès, and now it suddenly became extremely quiet. Everyone knows that the works in this competition are all finished products produced by the contestants in the shortest possible time.
Have any logo marks.
"It seems that our No. 1 contestant Luo Yan made some mistakes in her work. Now let's ask our No. 2 contestant Qin Aili to give the most detailed and vivid explanation of her work!"
The lights went out, and An Ling, with a tense face, eagerly came down from the stage.
The assistant quickly came up to him and asked anxiously, "Boss, how could this happen?"
"I don't know either. Inform Luo Yan immediately. If you can't contact her, contact her family. You must find her within an hour. Otherwise, you won't be able to go to work!"
"Yes, boss, I will contact her right away..."
The assistant hurriedly disappeared backstage. An Ling stood there anxiously with her arms folded and kept wandering. A black shadow slowly approached her, and a sharp taunting sound came to her ears.
"Miss An, this time, your joke on Rong Sheng is going to be big!" Situ Wei put on exquisite makeup and had a winning smile in her eyes.
"Situ Wei, keep an eye on your contestant, maybe she won't even get a chance to take the stage!" An Ling sneered, raised his head, and walked away proudly on high heels.
Situ Wei turned around and glanced at her back, then sneered, "Even when death is imminent, you are still proud of me here, huh..."
In the dimly lit corridor, An Ling's figure quickly flashed to one side, took out her cell phone, and immediately dialed Rong He's number, "He, are you out now..."
The night was gentle, and the bright moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window was dimmed into a faint silver glow. A tall figure passed by the corner of the floor-to-ceiling window and walked quickly towards the door.
"What did you say?" The door of the villa was opened by a strong hand, and a petite figure huddled in the corner, which immediately fixed Rong He's gaze.
"He, will you come over? There was an accident just now and Luo Yan left..."
"Oh..." He responded with one word in a low voice, and Rong He said in a condensed tone, "I understand, you handle the scene well!"
"Hyuk...won't you attend?"
"No need!"
"He..."
After hanging up the phone anxiously, Rong He slowly squatted down. Why was she here again?
The big and generous hand was raised, only just missing her thin shoulder. Suddenly, when she raised her head, Rong He immediately retracted his hand in embarrassment.
"Mr. Rong!!" Luo Yan shouted in surprise when she saw the person she couldn't find in front of her.
Rong He stood up, with a puzzled expression on his lips, "Why are you here?"
"I came here specifically for you!" Luo Yan raised a bright smile, lowered her head, and hurriedly twisted up the bag she had just held in her arms.
"Mr. Rong, I hope I didn't delay your wedding. This is the dress I gave you as compensation. I made it according to the size of your last dress..." Luo Yan smiled clearly and her bright eyes almost completed the whole thing.