Chapter 27： Thunder is rolling!

Xiao Moli pressed his thin lips tightly and nodded, his ugly expression finally eased.

The design director quietly wiped the sweat from his head.

An Ziqi's presentation on stage has ended.

"Mr. James, please here?"

Xiao Moli got up and walked directly outside.

James got up excitedly and followed.

As soon as An Ziqi arrived backstage, a group of young designers from the jewelry department and the stylists in charge of the activities immediately stepped forward in disgust, pointing to her nose and cursing.

"An Ziqi, who gave you the courage to modify our makeup and styling? Do you think you are great?"

"Do you know how long we have prepared for this conference? How much effort was spent? Now it's all destroyed in your hands!"

"You want to die, no one is stopping you, don't hurt us."

…

A group of people don't choose their words, they have all kinds of scolding.

The trainer hurriedly stepped forward to help explain, "I understand Ziqi, she will not do this kind of thing casually, I believe there must be another reason for this matter."

"Don't you just want to get out of your position, what else is there? People nowadays are really shameless, and they have tried so hard to become famous."

One of the designers sneered.

"I don't think you are a commercial spy sent by any company. You deliberately wrecked it!"

...

Lin Kelan stood outside the crowd, watching from a distance, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth.

Humph, didn't An Ziqi found the backer? This time she offended Huanyu, and her patron could do nothing.

Seeing that the group of people talked more and more outrageous, Xia Xing was really angry, and he had to speak a step forward.

An Ziqi grabbed her and shook her head.

He glanced at Lin Kelan in the distance, then turned to the group of people and said, "I will pay for the clothes. If the press conference is to be held accountable, I will be responsible."

In any case, things have become like this, and she will not shirk her responsibility.

"Oh, you have a big breath. The clothes on your body are all limited editions shipped directly from abroad by air. Can you pay for it? You ruined our press conference. Xiao always blamed it. Are you responsible? ?"

The designer asked aggressively.

"She can't take the responsibility, can you take it?"

A cold voice came.

"Xiao... President Xiao..." the designer yelled out of voice.

All the people in the background immediately closed their mouths and turned to look at the entrance excitedly.

Even Xia Xing couldn't help being curious and turned to look.

An Ziqi frowned suspiciously.

Hey, why is this voice so familiar?

It seems to be heard every day.

Her anti-strike ability is very strong, this matter, it is not enough to make her hallucinate.

Turned strangely.

When she saw the person who appeared in front of her, An Ziqi deeply realized what it means to be rolling in the sky.

Xiao Moli? Mr. Xiao?

No wonder this guy turned green last night.

Both are surnamed Xiao, equally young and promising.

Why didn't she think of it?

I'm almost crying stupidly by myself.

Wait, last night?

What did she do last night?

In front of Xiao Moli, facing the so-called President Xiao’s nympho, there is no dead end for three hundred and sixty degrees, and all the women yelled...

Oh, no, God, please give her a seam, let her get in!

Seeing Xiao Moli getting closer and closer to her, An Ziqi subconsciously lifted her leg and wanted to run!