We must hire him
Redakteur: Caron_
The luck of the newly-appointed gold medal stylist, godly Felix, didn't seem too good.
Ye Mufan was looking bright and dashing as he left the apartment; he had pomade in his hair which was very neatly combed. He drove his red Pagani sports car towards the venue of the Grand Fashion ceremony, radiant with happiness.
The ceremony was held at a high-end private clubhouse in the suburbs of Beijing.
Although the weather wasn't great the past few days and it had been raining, it didn't seem to dampen his good mood at all.
The car windows were half open and there was a light drizzle pattering against his face, yet he was completely relaxed and content. Since there weren't many people on the road, Ye Mufan sped up.
But halfway through, he saw a small blue car going against the traffic, advancing towards him.
"F*ck!" Ye Mufan slammed on his brakes and swerved to avoid the car.