Kate was interested in new luxury imports and even some custom pieces, asking the staff to arrange a show.
Helpless, Ling Qingyu had to sit through the models' catwalk of fashionable dresses and bags. Of course, Kate noticed Ling Qingyu's disinterest, yet her keen eagerness to dress her up didn't diminish.
Then Kate suddenly remembered—Ling Qingyu owned a beauty and fashion company.
Heck, she had almost forgotten Ling Qingyu's original business, having heard about it from others. The current Ling Qingyu's prowess was on an entirely different level.
Now that she recalled it, how could Ling Qingyu possibly like other brands' products? That would be outright insulting to her own standards.
Even so, Kate's urge to dress someone up hadn't changed. She was itching to do it.
"Qingyu, can't you just change into something else?"
"Why are you so adamant about dressing me up? I'm not a Barbie doll," Ling Qingyu rolled her eyes.
