At once, Qiao Mo no longer paid attention to Shen Tingting.
She lightly hooked her arm around Xiao Mo's and exhaled softly, ready to step onto the stage.
Fortunately, she was a designer, so there wasn't too much pressure; otherwise, if she were really a model, she undoubtedly would be extremely nervous.
On the runway, the lights flickered, the overall tone was slightly dark, with blue and white spotlights interweaving, dreamlike and illusory.
On both sides and the front of the runway, all seats were occupied, some people were seriously watching as the audience, while others occasionally lowered their heads to jot down notes.
"No need to be nervous," Xiao Mo glanced at her and spoke softly.
His tone was somewhat cold, but his voice was calm.
Qiao Mo nodded and went on stage with him.
"Now entering the stage is Designer number seventeen, Qiao Mo, and her work!"
The voice of the host sounded from backstage, and Qiao Mo walked slowly onto the stage, walking beside Xiao Mo.
