So, I decide to ask Wang Yibo indirectly.
First, I should say sorry for my behaviour. Hope he will not take any action against me.
I take my phone.
💬 I am sorry for my behaviour last night. I was drunk.
Done. Send.
Sigh!
He will reply something right? I'll try to bring the topic slowly.
But the reply doesn't come.
One hour passed. No reply.
Next hour, no reply.
Three hours passed... Still no reply.
Sigh!
That day came when I am waiting for the reply of the person I hate. But the reply is not here.
"Are you expecting some call or message? You are checking your phone continuously..." Cheng Guo asks.
"Ah. Yea.. I'm expecting a message."
"Oh for whom? A client?"
"No."
"Then your crush?"
"Noooo!"
"Hahaha. Your face. It's ok. I'm kidding." Cheng Guo says and shows me a thumbs up. "All the best."
That day, Zanjin brought some leaflets. It's a grand show for designers and fashionistas. As every year, they bring a fashion show reflecting current trends and this is also a stepping stone for aspirants.
I look at the leaflet.
It is called Fashion Festival. It is held every year in the Spring. The motto is to help growing designers or people who run garment stops. They will get acknowledgement among all and support money and views or rather say advertisement for their work if they got selected. The event organized in such a way that any willing person can attend by just filling up a form.
One can submit any designing dress. One entry per person. Selected 20 dresses will get a big shoutout. And if the designer wants, he can sell it too. The only condition is It should not be copied one but own design. Well, of course.
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My Arrogant Model
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