Qiao Xi had just walked out of the dressing room when she bumped into Xia Tong's manager. She had her hands on her hips and stood in front of Qiao Xi, looking like a shrew looking for trouble.
Qiao Xi raised her eyes and glanced coldly at the other party. "Please move aside."
The manager sized up Qiao Xi, who was in front of her. She was indeed very beautiful. Even among female celebrities, she was one of the best. Whether she was a designer or not, her face alone was enough to threaten Xia Tong.
For some reason, the manager felt that this small-time designer looked a little familiar as if she had seen her somewhere before.
"Hey! Young lady, let me remind you something. Just show your face in today's competition. Don't take it too seriously," the manager warned arrogantly.
"Why?" Qiao Xi asked expressionlessly.
