Lin Qingqian: "I'm not inclined towards fashion design. I just want to note down the size to make it easier to prepare clothes for you."
Luo Tianxue nodded and stood up to let her measure her size.
There was a soft ruler in the dressing room for her to use. After Lin Qingqian measured it, she recorded it in her cell phone memo.
Tony stood at the side and stared at her with a gloomy gaze. His molars were grinding.
While Tony wasn't paying attention, Luo Tianxue lowered her head and whispered, "I'm looking forward to your style. I'm tired of Tony's style already."
Lin Qingqian raised her head and glanced at her. She pursed her lips and smiled faintly. She didn't want to reply or gossip about her senior.
Seeing that she was silent, Luo Tianxue looked elsewhere in boredom.
Lin Qingqian took her measurements, noted her manager's number, and went back first.
