Picked by the Designer

The models were going in and out at high speed. Not long after, Ouyang Fen arranged his clothes, cast a provoking look at Qin Guan, and entered the door confidently with his paperwork.

Three minutes passed. Four minutes. Ou Qiang was scratching his ears and cheeks in embarrassment on the couch, afraid that his brother would behave like an idiot during the interview. Suddenly, Ouyang Fen walked out with a smile. He walked straight up to the couch Qin Guan was sitting on and sat right next to him.

Shaking his legs off proudly, he tried to provoke Qin Guan, "Alas! I wonder why the designer was so satisfied with me. He asked me to walk one more round and wanted to know lots of details about me."

"Surely, I passed the interview. The main show must depend on the designer's taste."

"I thought he looked exhausted. He is busy with both design work and the interviews. It must be painstaking work for him."