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"Ai, Tang Tianbao …" Huang Yajie continued to shout.

"Are you f * * king annoying!?" Tang Tianbao finally became angry. Perhaps his voice was too loud, especially in the midst of the noise.

Su Ai Lan was also captivated by the dissonant voice as she looked in the direction of Tang Tian Bao and Huang Yajie. While the two of them were arguing, Su Ai Lan turned to Huang Yajie, who was dancing in joy, and asked sternly, "What are you doing?"

The boss was indeed the boss. Su Ai Lan's single sentence caused Huang Yajie to stop talking and stay still.

The rows of fashion models were gorgeous and charming. Tang Tianbao's eyes were fixed on Huang Yajie as she coughed dryly to the side, trying to remind him of the situation. However, Tang Tianbao didn't notice in the slightest.

Compared to these beautiful fashion models, Huang Yaju was like a withered old cucumber, devoid of any luster or vigor. This kind of man was someone who liked new things and disliked old things. Even Tang Tianbao was secretly cursing himself in his heart as well as a man who was similar to him. After cursing, he did not forget to release himself and men like him. If men were like this, then there was no need to think of it as a man's problem. The influential stars in the showbiz are all new [to] metabolism, let alone us ordinary people.

So a woman is only an appendage to a man. Or a woman is only a tool for a man to amuse himself." If that was the case, then women absolutely would not be willing to do so.

Since he was unwilling to be a sacrifice, he had to work hard and run up to the upper echelons of society. Whether it was men or women, it was the same whether it was men or women. Huang Yayan did not understand this, and Su Yilan knew it, so Su Yilan earned more respect from the masses. Huang Yayan would only be stepped on by others, and the more she stepped on, the more humble she became.

This was the difference between people. With a difference like this, one's status and identity would be destined to be different.

At this moment, the entire hall suddenly changed from passionate rock and roll to relatively gentle light music. All of a sudden, the lights in the exhibition hall dimmed. The spotlights at the back of the stage were extinguished, and a bunch of colorful rings lit up from the ceiling. They moved along with the slow music, giving the entire gallery the feeling of a singing hall.

Su Ai Lan looked at the flow chart and her heart suddenly trembled. Next was her company's design exhibition. She was feeling a little nervous. After a year of hard work, she was about to meet those so-called top clothing designers. Both good and bad would be judged by the fashion designers in an exaggerated tone.

It wasn't that Su Ai Lan couldn't accept other criticisms and pointers, but that she couldn't bear to see her beloved work being reported in such a disorderly and nosy manner by the media. However, there was nothing he could do about it. The media's duty was to gossip. Wasn't it equivalent to robbing them of their wealth and killing them if he didn't allow them to gossip?

At this time, a group of twenty-eight year old girls appeared on stage. Her delicate skin gave off a feeling of clear water, like a hibiscus, as if it was naturally carved. The pretty and delicate faces made people feel even more pity for him. In their hearts, they felt pity for the fairer sex. At this moment, the photographers frantically pressed on the shutter. Afraid of missing out on any of the classic scenes or actions.