The contestants began to choose their number, and Qiao Mu was number nine.
Qiao Mu was in the middle of ironing her clothes when Xuanxuan suddenly rushed in with a pale face. " Qiao Mu, I have a stomachache. I might not be able to go on stage. "
Qiao Mu's expression changed. " Why would you suddenly have a stomachache? Can you take some diarrhea medicine and hold on for a while? "
"No, I was about to collapse just now…" Xuanxuan hugged her stomach. Before she could finish her sentence, she rushed out. " I'm going to the washroom again. We'll talk later. "
Baby Guan frowned. " Why is it that she doesn't care about the time? The competition is about to start, but she's doing this. What should we do without any models? "
Qiao Mu panicked and paced back and forth. " I'll go to the person-in-charge and see if we can arrange a new model. "
