Milan Fashion Show's event organizers were extremely strict. The PR team would always verify everyone's seating arrangement before the start of the show, sending those people who had stolen some others' seats 'kindly' back to their designated places.
As Li Mengqi heard this, she went into disarray.
She thought that this young and inexperienced guest could easily be pushed around. She truly did not expect Yun Shishi to have such a strong stance and be far from being a pushover. Realizing that the latter was not planning to spare her some dignity at all, her face, which had been exquisitely decorated with cosmetics, instantly blanched.
She began fidgeting in her seat nervously at the latter's mention of asking for the brand's PR team to verify their seating arrangement.
This was the Milan Fashion Show, a place swamped with big stars.
"You win!"
