"How are we supposed to wear this?"
With Manager Wang present, the other designers didn't dare voice any complaints, but after he left, they all glared at the attire in their hands, their eyes burning with indignation.
An Xiangrong glanced around at the others, although their outfits were slightly revealing, they were significantly less so than hers.
Looking at the spaghetti strap miniskirt in her hand, An Xiangrong's expression was grim.
After a few seconds of silence, a glint of amusement appeared in her eyes. Picking up the outfit, she swiftly made her way into the fitting room. When she emerged, the other designers were awe-struck.
