Ivil, who was sitting nearby, quickly took over the documents to read.
After looking through them, she couldn't help but shake her head with obvious disdain on her face, "Miss Mo, are you sure this is your resume?"
"Yes," Mo Qiansu responded with composure.
She knew that her credentials were not flattering, and even somewhat disgraceful compared to most of the models there today.
But she didn't mind.
"Do you even know whose fashion show this is?" Ivil laughed out of frustration, mocking, "If you're so ignorant that you don't even know who the designer Jing is, please do us a favor and look it up online before you come, okay?! We're very busy here; there are so many outstanding models waiting outside for our interview!"
Obviously, she was hinting at Mo Qiansu to take the hint and leave.
