Mo Qiansu: "..."
When Jing Yi and Mo Qiansu were being so intimate, just as everyone thought that the last spot was definitely Mo Qiansu's, Jing Yi suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the model next to her, "You, you've passed!"
Everyone: ...?!!
Even the model who was suddenly picked was stunned.
Wasn't it model No. 48? How had it suddenly changed to her?!
Jing Yi had already left the dressing room.
But everyone hadn't digested this abrupt shift in the selection process.
What on earth had designer Jing just said to model No. 48?
And what had he given her, could it possibly be a room card?
Privately, the models were full of conjecture.
Not to mention them, even those familiar with Jing Yi were baffled by his behavior today.
At that moment, Ivil, as if discovering a new continent, covered her mouth with an exaggerated expression.
She couldn't stop her sneaky laughter.
