sheng yu was the absolute authority in the fashion circle in china. in front of these young designers, he was still a deterrent.
most of the designers didn't dare to make a sound when they saw his expressionless face.
fu jiatong didn't care about that. she raised her chin and said, " that's right, chief sheng. you've always been a senior that i respect. but today ... do you dare to say that you have a clear conscience?! "
sheng yu glanced at her coldly. " you should reflect on yourself after saying such things! it's because not only is your design standard inferior to luo chenxi's, you don't even know the difference between you two! how dare you say you're a designer who came back from studying in europe and america. do you think you can crush the designers in china? you're still far from that!"
sheng yu's words were really too impolite.
it was no different from pointing at fu jiatong's nose and scolding her.