Shanghai.
The second day of the third International Fashion Week, at the central grand stage, the fashion show is in full swing, while the backstage is a chaotic scene.
Nala Xueyan glanced at the time, furrowing her brow, the L.L. show was about to begin, but Miss hasn't arrived yet? She pondered for a moment and turned to assistant Qian Lulu: "Assistant Qian, I'll go check if Miss is done, please keep an eye on things here."
"Alright, rest assured, I won't drop the ball." Fully aware that she was the boss's trusted confidant, Qian Lu was very polite.
Yanyan nodded and turned to walk upstairs.
"Ring ring ring..." Halfway there, the phone rang frantically, she took it out and quickly pressed the answer button, "Yanyan, is Lianlian with you?" As soon as she answered, Luo Ye's anxious voice came through.
