The major show Su Qiao had mentioned was the biggest show of Spring Fashion Week, and its scale could already be considered international.
For her, this major show was actually no difficult feat, because its theme and the style of its designs suited Su Qiao's temperament perfectly.
As soon as she entered the backstage area and prepared to change, she was watched by pairs of eyes filled with envy, jealousy, or indifference.
These models were not from her company. They had been selected by various modeling agencies.
Most of them were fairly well-known in the industry and were all first-rate models.
They were extremely dissatisfied that a second- or third-rate model like Su Qiao was appearing in the same show as them.
Su Qiao cast them a faint glance, then walked toward Sister Wu.
"Tsk, she sure puts on airs. She's even closing the show. Does she really think she's some international supermodel?"
"Exactly. She isn't even a first-rate model, yet she dared to come to this show. She sure has guts."
"Isn't it because she has a good agent? Sister Wu would rather stake her own reputation to promote her. Unlike us, who can only rely on our own abilities to get on the runway."
"Heh, I wonder if she'll be so scared that her legs go weak and she falls off the runway. That would be hilarious."
Su Qiao couldn't be bothered to respond. Seeing her as easy to bully, the others grew even louder in their mockery, eventually turning it into open ridicule.
Some people even went so far as to provoke her outright, practically offering themselves up to be dealt with.
Su Qiao naturally refused to give way and stepped directly on the foot blocking her path.
"Ah!"
"What are you doing?"
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