Gunpowder Smoke

A worried Sister Xue welcomed Qin Guan to the backstage area. The two of them burst into laughter.

"Ha ha..."

Giorgio Armani was smiling in a corner with his hands behind his back. "Draw up Qin Guan's contract in advance! It seems that we will have to fight over him with other brands during the next year..." he told his assistant before leaving.

He shot a meaningful look at Channel. That shameless woman was fond of undermining others.

The old man with the moustache from Hermes teased the unhappy Gucci director.

"I hear that Qin Guan is not interested in your collection. Thank you so much for giving me this chance. Believe me, sheepskin can also be sold at high prices. Did you know that we are breeding crocodiles in Africa? Nowadays, only an idiot would stay in the eye of the storm. Ha ha!"