As the fashion director of Camellia, Manda's words were like gold in the industry.
Furthermore, this was the first time she had criticized a model's outfit so vehemently.
Everyone looked at the bag on Zhu Wen. It was of a very high quality. The silver-white crane was lifelike, as if it had flown out of a jade wave.
Isn't this pretty??
However, everyone only dared to say this. After all, Manda's reputation was out there. No one wanted to be labeled as a country bumpkin who did not know fashion.
Soon, another model was brought over. Manda pointed at her. "It's her."
Zhu Wen wanted to say something, but the staff who swarmed forward had already squeezed her aside.
"What's wrong with you?! Didn't Madam Manda call you at the beginning? How did you offend her?" The manager had experienced the process from joy to sorrow. Now, he looked at Zhu Wen with disappointment.
