Not to mention, Bai Qianhua had called all the models and made them refuse to work with Qin Zhuzhu. Bai Qianhua couldn't help but snicker, thinking of how miserably Qin Zhuzhu will fail.
Suddenly, a pair of silver high heels clicked across the stage. The butterflies on the heels shimmered ethereally under the lights.
A woman wearing a silver dress catwalked down the stage, her hair pinned up in a stylish yet messy bun. Red jewels adorned her dress, and the hem trailed across the stage, making it seem like she was floating.
She wore a silver-blue mask with butterfly and golden rose designs. Her dress looked delicate and exquisite—soft yet minimalistic. It was the kind of dress that demanded attention. One look was never enough.
"Who is she?!"
"What a beautiful mask!"
"Look at her figure! Amazing!"
"Is this another top model? I can't seem to recall anyone else with such a stunning figure besides Ji Juying!"
"The dress is gorgeous and trendy!"
