A night passed, but Song Wei still could not contact Jiang Mingxu.
The attitude from Liu Shiying's side was also as indifferent as ever.
The only one who was passionate towards her was the loose-tongued Jin Wenxi, "Xiaocao, you're in the line of designing. Look at my outfit. Am I handsome enough?"
However, Song Wei was rather cold to him. She even wanted to end this unfortunate partnership personally.
"Don't ask me. Ask the stylist."
Jin Wenxi was definitely the kind of simple-minded person who didn't know how to read people's expressions. Song Wei's face was clearly as black as the bottom of a pot, but he was still in rather high spirits.
"I think it's quite handsome. Did you fall in love with me?"
"No. Get lost. Disappear!" Song Wei was so angry that smoke was about to rise from her head.
