The day before Fashion Week.
Liang Ting took the clothes to Song Qingyou's door to try them on. She even deliberately avoided people's eyes and ears in order to surprise the people who came to the fashion show tomorrow.
In her eyes, Song Qingyou was a natural clothes rack. She looked good in anything.
Although the main focus of the fashion show was clothes, and Song Qingyou's face was a bit overwhelming, she couldn't care less now. Times had changed, and popularity was more important than anything else!
Song Qingyou heard her words and wanted to give Liang Ting a chance to rest assured.
In the end, Liang Ting was in a hurry. Before she left, she patted her shoulder and said, "Don't worry, as long as you don't fall on stage, it's fine. The catwalk is not important."
"I have confidence in your face!"
Song Qingyou was speechless.
That was it.
