"Goodness, Fang Yuan?" Fu Jia, the President of the Hua Land Fashion Association, exclaimed when he saw her. He couldn't believe his eyes! This luminary of the design industry had actually graced such a modest competition, and she was serving as an assistant. Did he want his idol so much that he hallucinated, or had she descended to the mortal world to taste the bitterness of life?
"You know her?" Cheng Mohan's gaze landed on him.
Only then did Fu Jia realize that he had let it slip. He quickly explained, "No, no, I don't know her…"
Cheng Mohan's eyes turned cold. "You mentioned her name."
Fu Jia trembled and dared not hide it any longer. This was the head of the Cheng family, and he couldn't afford to offend him!