She had participated in the International Fashion Design Competition in her early years and returned in defeat. She did not get a good ranking, so she had never approved of this award.
Especially after she became famous, she felt that this award was nothing. Qiao Weiyang winning the championship meant nothing to her.
Now that she saw Qiao Weiyang's design drafts with her own eyes, she realized that the award still meant something.
"This fabric…" Zheng Lida reached out and touched the fabric used for his clothes.
The fabric was a little rough, and it didn't look outstanding. Compared to Wang Shuqi's clothes, it was far inferior.
Actually, he was not the only one who thought so. Zhang Xi and Wang Shuqi also thought so. The two of them looked at each other and did not say anything.
