Lin Shu returned hurriedly, watching as Ye Ning, clad in black and white, stood next to the gentleman designer, being frantically photographed by the journalists below.
Some journalists attracted by the commotion, wanted to take pictures of their side too. Lin Shu quickly raised her hand to prevent them, "No photos, no photos of us."
Ye Zi abruptly pulled Lin Shu down.
Her face, initially exquisitely made-up, now had a mottled hue of dark embarrassment.
The strain was evident, her veins throbbing under her skin.
She swallowed her anger, which made her voice sound even more intimidating.
"How did it come to this?"
Lin Shu bowed her head and painstakingly relayed Luo Wei's words once more.
Ye Zi's voice darkened, "How did you become an agent, wasn't it clear that this was the main focus?"
Lin Shu felt wronged. At that time, it was Ye Zi who determined the main focus by casually glancing at the cover page.
But now, there was no use arguing about that.