I’m not going

Everyone was chit-chatting in the shop, and Fraud Tian was overjoyed.

Zhao Zhongyang said with a laugh, "From now on, we have a fashion influencer in our shop."

Fraud Tian raised his head high. "Yep. I like the sound of that, kid."

"Fraud, who taught you to dress like this? Don't tell me you chose these clothes yourself," said Lin Fan.

Fraud Tian said, "Trust me. I really chose them myself. What's wrong? Do you feel that I'm really amazing? Let me tell you this. I didn't think that I had such a talent too. But it's pretty good, isn't it? Look at what I'm wearing now? I only spent ten minutes picking it. If I were serious, it would be even better."

Lin Fan felt helpless. "Hey, don't take it too far. I was just saying."

In a certain fashion model company.

A middle-aged man was looking through photos with his brows furrowed. He looked very displeased.

"What the heck are they all wearing?"