Shen Tingting still couldn't hide the smugness in her eyes, and sneered again: "Indeed, I'm wary of you. But so what? This world is all about the victors and the vanquished. You lost, just like your father!"
"The one who truly lost is you. Just like your father, you're despicable, always using underhanded means. Even if you win this time, you won't get far on this path." Qiao Mo spoke calmly.
"Ha! Even if I don't get far, I'll definitely go farther than you! It won't be long before internationally renowned models are wearing my designs on stage. By tomorrow morning, my creations and I will dominate the headlines! And you, like a rat in a gutter, will be left to your own demise!"
Shen Tingting's eyes reddened, recalling the humiliation she recently suffered, her little face somewhat contorted.
But when she saw the suit in Qiao Mo's hands, her eyes brightened astonishingly.
