"Who said I dare not walk the runway? Didn't I just agree to it? Sure, I'll do the runway, but afterwards, you can't ask me to take you as disciples, I don't easily accept apprentices."
Qin Yu grinned and walked straight towards the table.
Under the bewildered gazes of the women, Qin Yu placed five or six tall glasses on the table.
"You really want to do a runway show? What are you doing with so many tall glasses?" Zhao Lingling asked with a face full of question marks.
"These tall glasses are naturally for props, the ones on the table aren't quite enough," Qin Yu honestly replied.
"Not quite enough?" Zhao Lingling raised her voice by eight octaves, giving Qin Yu a look as if he were an idiot, "Mr. Qin, are you kidding me? There are already ten tall glasses on the table, enough to create a high-level balance act! And you're saying they're not enough? Could it be that you want to challenge the extreme balance subject?"
