Qin Guan went on the stage and the atmosphere suddenly changed. The jeans fit his full backside and slender legs well.
The plaid shirt was tied around his waist. Not an inch of his skin was exposed, yet he looked incredibly sexy.
"The style is really… interesting!"
"Yes!" The assistant understood what his boss meant immediately. "He is good at everything."
Qin Guan smiled like a cowboy looking at his beloved girl. His smile was warm and sincere.
Giorgio Armani smiled. The whole audience was smiling, yet Qingmu felt like crying.
The reporters were absorbed in thought.
Qin Guan retreated behind the curtain, getting buried in encouraging embraces and soft pats.
So this was what professional acceptance was like.
An old grey-haired man under the stage was watching Qin Guan with tears covering his face.
