As soon as Situ Xin saw the expression on the models' faces, she knew they were certain that her identity was no ordinary one. As for what exactly that identity was, they had no clue. But that didn't matter; all they needed to know was that this designer was not someone they could afford to offend, and that was enough.
"Xiao Xin, that model who just left was the one we found for the finale of the fashion show. Now that she's gone, what should we do?" Yu Shiyin had been enjoying watching the mistress model get handled by Situ Xin and the others. Yu Shiyin, having been through a failed marriage herself, though she had gotten back on her feet and started a new life, still had a deep disdain for mistresses of that sort.
However, after the satisfaction of watching it all had passed, Yu Shiyin remembered such an important matter only when Situ Xin started to assign the clothes.