Halfway through the meeting, the special assistant realized that Shi Mo was staring at his phone screen, his entire being on the verge of going berserk.
The rest of the people in the meeting were so frightened that they did not even dare to breathe loudly.
What had happened exactly to make Shi Mo, who always had a neutral expression, look so murderous now?
After a while, Shi Mo stood up and gestured for a pause. With a gloomy expression, he made a call and left.
Backstage at the Fashion Week event, Mu Bei worriedly looked at Fang Mo'er. "How did we end up so unlucky today? I think the news of this outfit clash is going to spread like wildfire."
Fang Mo'er smiled, without worry. "We're not famous in Country Y to begin with. It'll be good to have some popularity, no matter what kind of popularity it is."
