Shen Tingting lunged and missed, landing heavily on the ground. Her nose seemed to have hit hard, and instantly quite a bit of blood flowed out.
"Qiao Mo! It's you! It's you who stole my model!"
Qiao Mo looked indifferently at the woman on the ground and said slowly, "You brought this on yourself. If you hadn't driven away my models with a hefty sum, Fu Nancheng wouldn't have hired others to walk the show for me."
"Fu Nancheng... Fu Nancheng... Why is he so good to you! What is so good about you!" A hint of unwillingness appeared in her eyes.
The chubby assistant beside didn't forget to add insult to injury, "What's good about her? What is so bad about Miss Qiao? Truly laughable! Some people should really look in the mirror to see what they look like; dreaming of eating swan meat is as absurd as if they were Heavenly Immortal!"
The assistant pinched his throat and began to mock.
