Su Ruowan anxiously waited the entire day, desperately trying to reassure herself that there was no way that little b*tch Shen Xi would be a finalist in the international fashion competition.
However, Shen Xi's words and her scornful ridicule were like a thorn in Su Ruowan's heart, making her restless.
After dinner, Su Muxuan finally sent her a message with the list of finalists and the information he found, sending it all to her.
She stared at the message from Su Muxuan. The look in her eyes changed and changed again.
After a long time, she let out a low scream of anger and irritation, and threw the phone harshly.
The phone fell to the ground hard, and the screen shattered.
Su Ruowan's chest heaved violently. She clenched her fists tightly, staring at the phone with red eyes. The look in her eyes was fierce.
