If the boy went abroad, his status would change in a couple of years. He wouldn't remain unknown to the public.
The opposite side hadn’t taken Qin Guan's fame and popularity in the domestic modelling and entertainment circle into consideration. He hadn’t gotten close attention from top luxury bands or become as famous as a Hollywood actor yet.
In their eyes, Qin Guan was no different than a low-level model who had to participate in inferior shows and take eight jobs a day. Qin Guan heaved a long breath. Out of politeness, he was planning on saying goodbye to Qu Xuemei, the chief director of VOGUE.
The receptionist, who had just been promoted to secretary, stopped Qin Guan outside her office awkwardly.
"Prince Qin, she’s busy now. She said she would call you once the sales volume comes out."
The girl winked. She felt sorry for Qin Guan. Our chief editor is too serious. She’s not like other chief editors, who maintain a harmonious relationship with top models.
