Zhou Jiecheng wouldn't dare hope for Qi Sheng to walk the runway in a model's place.
Even just taking a curtain call in his stead would be enough to make these foreigners' jaws drop.
"That's your iconic moment. I wouldn't steal your thunder."
Qi Sheng smiled and waved dismissively, rejecting Zhou Jiecheng's suggestion.
Standing before a full-length mirror, Zhou Jiecheng straightened the creases on Qi Sheng's suit.
His eyes held a look of utter fascination, as if he were admiring a work of art.
Zhou Jiecheng suddenly rushed to his workstation, grabbed a sketch, and began drawing with wild, inspired strokes.
As the creative director of Prada, Zhou Jiecheng was responsible for designing multiple product lines, including menswear, womenswear, and luggage.
The moment he'd spent adjusting Qi Sheng's suit had sparked a new idea for several upcoming menswear designs.
"Boss, I just had a flash of inspiration. Are you satisfied with the suit I designed?"
