The building where the IAmFashionista event took place was dark and empty.
However, one of its private rooms was still occupied.
The warm yellow glow from the ornate lamp shade was the only source of light in the room. On the couch was a man leaning back quietly at the backrest with his eyes closed. A silver mask was on the table.
The phone rang, disturbing the man's rest.
The man picked up the phone and answered the call lazily.
"Master… We failed." A weak voice was heard from the speaker.
The room was suddenly engulfed with overwhelming pressure.
Even the man from the other side of the phone could feel the pressure from his master's silence.
After a long while, Ming Zhi Yi spoke slowly. "I have planned it carefully for you and sent you many people as help, yet none of you managed to kill one weak chicken?"
"I am deeply ashamed, Master. This servant deserves to die."
"Then die."
"..."
