Qin Guan smiled and nodded at her. Then he turned around to wait in line.
A short-haired girl beside Lisa asked her curiously, "Who's that? An Asian face is rare here! Do you know him?"
"Not exactly." Lisa looked gloomy. He witnessed that awkward incident the other day. She was feeling perturbed and depressed.
She didn’t even know his name. They were not even acquaintances.
The girl beside her kept asking questions. "Wow! You like boys like that? I’m worried about him. The old directors of the operational department will want to include an Asian face in such an important conference."
"Even if he passes the test though, he might still be weeded out at the fashion week..."
Lisa couldn't help but feel nervous for her savior, while the other girl, whose name was Veronica, grimaced disdainfully.
"No. E-116..."
When Qin Guan heard his number, he suddenly changed his attitude, which had attracted attention from the other models.