Gold Fist

Hours quickly passes by and before anyone remembered to check outside, the sky had already turned red.

As the sun began to set, the people inside Uncle Zhi's shop were no longer cleaning up.

Unlike the messy place it had become overnight, the entire place was empty of things. Everything was moved out to the back of the store in a big pile.

Both teams finally found time to rest. Some sat on the ground without any care of dirtying their clothes, while the others sat on the chairs they had built using the broken pieces of woods that were once shelves.

Entering the back door, Yue Ling had just finished making a phone call. When she saw the sight in front of her, she couldn't help but smile.

Everyone had met on the day of the fashion show, but neither team were familiar with one another.

However, after spending a long day of working together, the once awkward air around has disappeared.