Wang Qing hurried away.
Lin Ke turned to look, a hint of a smile playing around her lips. She was sure that this Wang Qing would help her. After all, she was so naïve—having heard what she had said, she would naturally try to satisfy Lin Ke's wishes.
It seemed that after Lin Miao'er left, she had always been gentle towards others, which had won her a reasonable amount of popularity.
"That idiot Miao'er, always strutting around like a little princess, she deserves whatever is coming to her!"
When Wang Qing arrived at the storeroom, she took out a pair of shoes and walked over to Lin Miao'er, "Miss Lin, these are the shoes you'll be using for the competition."
"Thank you," Lin Miao'er took the shoes, then with a piercingly sharp gaze, she immediately noticed that the shoes could easily lead to a twisted ankle while walking.
If the platform heel broke off on the runway, she would be disqualified on the spot, just like what happens in Victoria's Secret shows.