The lights shimmered brilliantly, and amidst the cheers, Lu Xiaoyou once again took the stage, where VCA's chief jewelry designer presented her with the jewelry prize.
Lu Xiaoyou held the gift box with one hand and the microphone passed to her by the host with the other.
"Madam, congratulations on winning the Best Catwalk Award, please make your acceptance speech."
The intense lights shone on Lu Xiaoyou, and the stage beneath was pitch black—she couldn't see anything, and from all directions, faint scents wafted through the air.
In Beijing's elite circles, there were plenty of high-quality men, but right in front of her, the sweet fragrance was exceptionally intense.
Even as the darkness veiled her eyes, she could still pinpoint the location of Long Xiliang.
Lu Xiaoyou's lips curled upward, and the big screen magnified her features; everyone was mesmerized by her red lips, eliciting a series of gasps from below the stage.
