Lu Cheng folded his arms and sneered: "Teach them a lesson."
A man opposite him nodded and bowed with a flattering look on his face: "Don't worry, Mr. Lu... I don't want to offend you. I will make them remember it."
Sheng Nuan stood by the stage and watched the models come out one after another, feeling a little nervous... The next moment, she saw Xie Rong coming out.
He was wearing a graffiti shirt, and the patterns and colors were a bit exaggerated, but against his facial features, which were expressionless and even more delicate and cold, it was actually very harmonious and eye-catching.
It can be seen that Xie Rong has practiced hard these days, his steps are very stable, and he does not show any stage fright.
After walking around, he went back to the backstage and found a set of clothes... But at this moment, the customer service staff hurriedly spoke: "Host, Lu Cheng is causing trouble."
Sheng Nuan's expression changed slightly, she gritted her teeth and immediately walked backstage: "What is he going to do?"
"The person he ordered is being tested...the person put nails in Xie Rong's shoes."
Sheng Nuan's face turned cold for a moment, and he almost trotted into the backstage.
"Hey, this is the men's department. Miss, you can't go in..."
Sheng Nuan stopped at the door of the changing room: "Xie Rong, I have something to ask you, please come out."
The time for changing clothes at the show was very short. Xie Rong quickly changed his clothes. A person next to him handed him a pair of Martin boots. Hearing Sheng Nuan's voice, he quickly put on the boots and went out.
But as soon as he took a step, Xie Rong felt a sharp pain in his legs. Xie Rong lowered his head and saw that where the rivets used to be on the boot shaft, there were several thumbtacks pressed in... As soon as he moved, thumbtacks were stuck on his ankles and calves.
The tip was scratched and there was a stinging pain.
At this time, Sheng Nuan called him directly: "Xie Rong, change your shoes!"
At the same time, the staff at the back shouted urgently: "Quick, 067, come on, what are you talking about, five, four, three, hurry up!"
The model at the front desk had already walked back, and the staff urgently urged: "Get out!"
Xie Rong glanced at Sheng Nuan, then turned and walked towards the exit leading to the front desk... Sheng Nuan was also pushed out by the staff: "Miss, you can't come in here, please get out!"
Sheng Nuan gritted her teeth and walked quickly to the stage, and then saw Xie Rong already on the catwalk.
His steps were as steady as last time, and it was impossible to tell that he was enduring the pain... Then, Xie Rong also met her gaze.
Seeing Sheng Nuan's tense expression and the worry in his eyes, Xie Rong's eyebrows softened and his face looked as if nothing had happened.
He didn't want her to worry...
After one lap, Xie Rong returned to the backstage, and his expression changed.
He took a few steps to sit on the stool next to him, pursed his lips and took off his shoes... Someone whispered: "Oh my God."
Some people next to me looked over, and then their expressions all changed.
Sheng Nuan rushed to the dressing room backstage and called Xie Rong urgently: "Xie Rong."
Soon, the door opened and Xie Rong came out... He had already changed back into his pants and covered his calves.
Sheng Nuan looked nervous and pulled him to sit on the chair next to him: "Let me take a look."
Xie Rong's eyes were gentle, he shook his head and gestured: "I'm fine."
Sheng Nuan pursed her lips and repeated: "Let me see."
Xie Rong paused, then lowered his head and pulled up his pants... Then Sheng Nuan saw the messy bloody mouth on his calf.
It's not deep, but there are blood beads oozing out one after another, dense and messy, and it looks shocking.
Sheng Nuan paused for a moment, then stood up and walked to the person in charge behind who was directing: "Hello, I want to adjust the monitoring."
The person in charge frowned: "Who are you?"
"Model Xie Rong's manager Sheng Nuan, my artist has been intentionally harmed by you, and I request surveillance."
The person in charge didn't know Sheng Nuan, and he also knew that those he didn't know were naturally not famous and didn't need to be too scrupulous, so he said to Sheng Nuan impatiently: "I'm busy now, please don't cause trouble."
Sheng Nuan's face turned cold: "If you don't have time, then I have no choice but to call the police... My artist has suffered a lot of psychological trauma, and I have to apply for a psychological evaluation..."
The person in charge was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't bear the threat: "Miss Sheng, right? It seems that Miss Sheng is new to the industry. If she makes trouble here and affects others, hasn't she thought about herself and the artists?"
The implication: If you still want to hang out in the circle in the future, don't look for trouble.
Xie Rong looked uneasy, pursed his lips and gently tugged on Sheng Nuan's sleeve to indicate that he was fine.
The cold looks and bullying he had received before were much worse than this... He also knew that Sheng Nuan was a newcomer and it was not easy, and he didn't want to cause any trouble to her.
But Sheng Nuan just patted him: "It's okay, we don't work hard just to be bullied."
The show outside has ended, and the designers nearby are also coming here, including the designer Ren Xuan, whom Sheng Nuan knows.
Seeing Sheng Nuan, Ren Xuan stepped forward: "What happened?"
Sheng Nuan talked to her briefly in a low voice. Ren Xuan was slightly startled, her eyes were a little embarrassed, she paused, and whispered to her: "It's not a big deal, and you still want to stay in this circle in the future, so try not to make the matter a big deal.
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The person in charge said impatiently: "Can you leave?"
Sheng Nuan glanced at Ren Xuan: "If you were bullied like this today, I would stand up for you."
Ren Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then stopped talking.
Sheng Nuan looked at the person in charge: "Are you going to adjust the monitoring or should I call the police?"
No one noticed, but an old man wearing a hat and a mask behind him looked at us with great interest...
The person in charge looked livid.
He could see that Sheng Nuan really didn't intend to expose her lightly... He didn't want to really cause a big fuss, so the person in charge could only grit his teeth and point at someone: "You accompany her to adjust the monitoring."
The staff member responded, and Sheng Nuan followed him. At this time, a person next to him saw something was wrong and wanted to leave... but Sheng Nuan turned back and shouted: "What are you going to do?"
She sneered: "You just brought the shoes for my artist, right?"
The man didn't expect that a little-known model and agent would actually dare to make a big deal out of it. His face was stiff: "I don't know."
Sheng Nuan looked at him: "Then just stay here and don't run away in fear of crime."
The person in charge also frowned and looked over, especially when he saw the ugly faces of his subordinates. He felt suspicious and looked even more ugly.
Sheng Nuan raised his head and smiled at the person who was going to adjust the monitoring: "Please take a look at this little brother. I believe you can find it. If you can't find it, I will go and see it myself."
The man glanced at the person in charge, responded, and then walked quickly to the monitoring room next to him... After about ten minutes, he walked out again, then walked to the person in charge and whispered in a low voice.
The person in charge's expression changed, and he looked coldly at the man who did the trick: "Apologise."
The man knew that the matter was serious and did not dare to quibble anymore. He walked up to Xie Rong and bowed to him: "I'm sorry, I have been in a bad mood these days and have a dark mentality, so I did that kind of thing...
I sincerely apologize to you."
Xie Rong glanced at Sheng Nuan without showing any expression.
At this moment, there was a snap... It was Sheng Nuan who slapped the man on the face.
Everyone was stunned. The man covered his face and looked livid: "I have already apologized, you..."
Sheng Nuan interrupted him: "Sorry, I was too angry and lost control at the moment. I sincerely apologize to you."
The man choked immediately, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but he couldn't say a word.
Xie Rong stared at Sheng Nuan, his eyes vaguely flashing with broken pearls...
The person in charge was expressionless: "Is it okay now?"
Sheng Nuan smiled: "Thank you."
Looking at Ren Xuan with a complicated look, Sheng Nuan nodded to her: "I'm sorry."
Ren Xuan sighed: "I understand you, but I'm afraid I won't be able to help you with anything in the future."
Sheng Nuan was not surprised, but sincerely thanked you: "I understand, and I still thank you. If there is anything I can do to help you in the future, just tell me."
She took Xie Rong's arm: "Let's go."
Just as he took a step forward, a voice from the side sounded: "Stay."
Sheng Nuan turned around and saw an old lady wearing a hat taking off her mask and looking at her with a smile: "I have a show next month... I wonder if you are interested."
Beside them, Ren Xuan and other designers were stunned.
"Emperor Min, it's Emperor Min..."
The customer service said: "The host is Tang Min, the uncrowned king of the flower country's current fashion world, known as Emperor Min..."
