"Sister Hu, you have to help me!"
In the office of Hu Feiran, Du Feixuan arrived in a hurry, her face livid with anger. "My G brand haute couture gown, in her mouth, turned out to be even worse than that infamous piece of rag on her? She's so full of hot air, why doesn't she go to the amusement park and blow balloons!!"
Losing face isn't scary!
But you can't lose face and lose the inside track as well.
And right now, that's precisely where Du Feixuan's desperation lay.
Losing to Ye Wan occasionally wouldn't matter.
But now, wearing haute couture and donning limited-edition jewelry from around the world, if she still loses to Ye Wan, not to mention herself, even G brand and T brand probably won't let her off the hook.
"Sister Hu..."
Du Feixuan's eyes brimmed with tears.
Hu Feiran had a headache.
Initially, when she received the invitation to the Feiyu mid-year banquet, she disagreed with Du Feixuan's decision to borrow haute couture from the G brand.
