Lin Qingqian seemed to sense her gaze and turned her head to look. There was no fluctuation in her calm eyes, but she raised the champagne glass in her hand to toast her.
Li Ruzhu snorted coldly and thought that she was trying her best to save face. She must be gritting her teeth in hatred.
Thinking of this, she felt much better.
After all the models finished their walk, the lights in the banquet hall lit up. The emcee invited the designer to go on stage…
Yu Lian walked onto the stage and bowed to the guests, smiling brightly.
The emcee handed him the microphone and was about to interview him when the tightly carved door was suddenly pushed open and four people walked in.
"May I ask who is Mr. Yu Lian?" The young man walking in front asked indifferently.
For a moment, everyone's gazes were attracted to him, and they whispered about his identity.
