Su Yuqing silently put down her knife and fork.
She had chosen a simple black dress— a strapless one. Hu Yaoxue planned to use vintage elements for her makeup, and her hair was also styled in a retro fashion.
There was a sense of old European nobility about her, standing there without the slightest hint of discord, as if nobility was ingrained in her very bones.
Hu Yaoxue appreciated her own work, "True to her reputation as a renowned beauty, she's simply breathtaking."
There was a profound meaning in her words, but Su Yuqing couldn't be bothered, "Thanks, I'm off."
Director Qin's assistant had come to hurry her up— before the press conference started, they still had to go over the script.
Especially for someone with a history like Su Yuqing's, Director Qin was afraid she might say something shocking when the time came.
