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"If you're looking for Nutmeg, she's in the waiting area. Not here." Lin Xia Hua pointed.

"I've seen her since I arrived. What's the matter? Is that what she was wearing? " There was no way to hide the mockery in Xu Guimo's words.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Lin Xia Hua replied in a neither haughty nor humble manner, she didn't want to be led away by this man any longer.

"As the biggest investor, I feel that I should have a good understanding of what a designer is capable of." Xu Yimo looked at her dress which was hanging on the shelf behind Lin Xia-hua. "Is this your best level? "This is really disappointing."

"Then, thank you for your suggestion, Boss Xu. I'll work hard to do it a little better." Lin Xia Hua was very calm. She did not want to start a conflict with Xu Yi and Mo, especially at this critical juncture.

"Hehe, it's not that I'm talking about you, but with your level, any random person would be better than you." Xu Yimo couldn't help but say something that could heavily injure Lin Xia Hua. He just wanted to see this woman lose control.

Lin Xia Hua bit her lower lip and didn't answer.

"What is it? Did I hit the mark? That you have a dream, is that what you're talking about? " Xu Yimo's merciless attacks.

Lin Xia Hua finally could not hold it in and stood up. "Did you say enough?"

"You don't need to evaluate me!" Lin Xia Hua's chest was heaving up and down. She could not accept Xu Yi Mo's look of contempt.

Xu Yimo sneered, walked past Lin Xia Hua and picked up a corner of the hanging skirt. After carefully examining it, he said, "It really was something made from your hands. Truly a piece of trash."

"Don't touch my things!" Lin Xia Hua turned around, intending to snatch the clothes from Xu Zimo's hands.

Xu Yi Mo did not let go, but used his other hand to restrain Lin Xia Hua's movement range: "I can't touch it? I can even touch you, but can't I touch such a piece of clothing? "

Lin Xia Hua struggled violently and finally struggled free from his powerful hand. He grabbed onto the other side of her skirt, wanting to make Xu Yimo let go.

Neither of them was willing to show weakness. The weak cloth was stretched taut.

Xu Yimo's expression became increasingly dark. Every time Lin Xialong resisted, it would cause his anger to rise. He didn't know why, but he found it more and more unbearable as Lin Xiashua walked further and further away from him.

"Let go!" Lin Xia Hua's voice gradually became louder.

Xu Yimo's anger had finally reached its peak as he subconsciously used more strength in his hands.

With a ripping sound, a big hole was torn open in his hand that was made out of fragile cloth.

Not to mention the design, from the fabric to the decorations, every bit of it was personally chosen by her. She allowed Mo to use too much strength and tear the entire skirt into two, making it impossible for her to repair it in a short period of time, which brought her irreparable loss.

"Do you really want to break all my hopes?" Lin Xia Hua finally couldn't hold it in anymore. She said that she wouldn't shed tears in front of this man, but she really couldn't hold it in. She tried with all her might to open her eyes wide, but her tears still unobediently seeped out.

Xu Yimo's fingers curled twice as a hint of guilt rarely appeared on his face. No matter how many storms he had seen, he didn't know what to say now.

"You go." Lin Xia Hua hugged her skirt and squatted down, feeling an uncontrollable pain in her heart.

"Let me go?" Xu Zimo's emotions were once again disturbed by her tone.

"Get out! I'll let you out! " Lin Xia Hua's shoulders shook as he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Xu Zimo wanted to retort, to give this woman who dared to berate him the punishment she deserved, but all of his emotions vanished into thin air under the red-hot eyes of Lin Xia-Hua.

Xu Yimo was silent for a long time. His dark eyes were unsettled, and he finally shook his hand as he turned around and left the resting room.

Lin Xia Hua squatted on the ground for a long time until she calmed down. Then, she slowly stood up and smoothed out the dress that had poured all her effort into her.

Her dress had been torn apart, leaving her with no way to repair it. There were still three days until the finale. What should she do?

While they were feeling sad about this, the door to the lounge was pushed open again. Ming Jiang walked in. Today's show had already ended.

"What happened?" Mingjiang noticed that Lin Xia Hua's mood was abnormal. When he came in, he also saw Xu Yimo just in time to go out.

Lin Xia Hua sighed and placed the torn skirt in front of his eyes.

Mingjiang sucked in a breath of cold air. Of course he understood the meaning of this outfit for Lin Xiuhua. Because he understood, he didn't know how to comfort her.

She didn't want her bad mood to affect anyone else, so she said, "It's just a small accident, and I can quickly make it up to you. If there's nothing else, let's go back first."

It was late at night, and Lin Xia-hua's bedroom was still lit up. She was trying to repair the dress, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make it as perfect as it was before. And in such a big show, every audience member's eyes were picky.

Lin Xia Hua put down the needle and thread in her hand. The anxiety between her eyebrows was obvious.

Even until the sun shined brightly, she still didn't have a good idea. There was only three days and three nights until the finals, so what should she do!?

When he pushed open the door and entered, he saw the sleeping Lin Xiaxia, there were still traces of tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Lian Ran sighed lightly as she half carried Lin Xia Hua onto the bed. Even after so much suffering, Lin Xia Hua still hadn't woken up. She was too tired.

The next time Lin Xia Hua woke up, she was awakened by the sound of someone knocking on the door. She had already left for work, and after resting for three seconds, she finally regained her senses and struggled to stand up to open the door, but the person outside was beyond her expectations.

Macley was outside her door, followed by a beautiful woman who looked vaguely familiar.

"Master, why are you here?" Lin Xia Hua was somewhat surprised.

"Come, let me introduce you. This is Han Xi." With a respectful gesture, Mike pointed at the woman beside him.

Han Xi nodded slightly.

Lin Xia Hua was even more surprised this time. Han Xi, no wonder she looked so familiar, she often appeared in professional magazines. It was said that she was an absolute big shot in the fashion industry, and was basically as famous as McLean in the design circle. Why would she come here?

Surprise aside surprise, of course the etiquette required couldn't be any less!