"Guoguo, it's good to have dreams, but they need to align with your own circumstances."
"My conditions are very good, though. I really think I'm quite suited for the runway!"
"..." If Lan Guoguo weren't Rong Mama's daughter, Mo Qiansu, given her temperament, wouldn't even bother with someone so blind to their own situation.
At that moment, Mo Qiansu's cell phone rang—it was a call from Gu Xuanye, clearly rushing her to get out quickly.
"Modeling is actually quite hard work and not as glamorous as outsiders think. Guoguo, I suggest you try being an assistant for a while to see if this profession suits you."
"I don't want to be an assistant. I want to be a model!"
At this moment, Lan Guoguo was acting like a petulant child. Even if Mo Qiansu had the patience of a saint, she found her incredibly irritating.
"I really can't help you with that job, sorry." Mo Qiansu didn't plan on wasting any more time with her and turned to leave, but was abruptly grabbed by Lan Guoguo.
