Li Sen watched the scene on stage, a glint of greed appearing in his eyes. These are all his! They are his!
So what if Rong Xun is a young master from a wealthy family? His woman still loves him, doesn't she? His works still belong to him, don't they? He has always been overshadowed by him!
Today, all this glory also belongs to him!
The judges couldn't be more satisfied; as soon as Rong Xun's design appeared, there was no suspense about who the champion would be.
After the models finished walking, Rong Xun came out from the backstage to deliver his speech.
Qiao Qiqi and Yang Xiaoqing followed Rong Xun from the left and right. Rong Xun stepped to the center and bowed to the judges and the audience. When he rose, someone handed him a microphone.
"Thank you, everyone. Thank you, judges. I am Rong Xun. These works are my..."
Rong Xun suddenly stopped here, his handsome brows furrowed. He wore an earpiece in his ear, where the voice of his ex-girlfriend rang out.
