He reached out gently to wrap her waist, encircling her in his arms, looking somewhat dissatisfied at the dress she was wearing: "Who allowed you to wear this dress?"
Qiao Mo was slightly startled: "Doesn't it look good?"
He spoke unhappily: "Not good at all."
Qiao Mo pursed her lips and looked down at her dress again: "I thought it looked pretty good myself..."
"Ugly as hell."
Qiao Mo frowned: "How could it be ugly? It's obviously a new design..."
"I say it's ugly, so it's ugly," he insisted.
Qiao Mo gave a light hum, her lips slightly pouted, but there was some doubt in her heart, is it really not good looking...
He couldn't help but peck at her little mouth: "Your taste has always been poor."
"You!" Qiao Mo's face turned red with anger, glaring at him.
Fu Nancheng snorted coldly, if her taste was good, how could she fancy Jing Hao.
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After staying at the banquet for a while, Qiao Mo chatted briefly with several company design directors, then the two left together.
