Elena couldn't bear to blame Gu Qingli for the accident, but she felt so sad.
She had to resist on her own.
"Elena, what's wrong with you? You made such a low-level mistake in such an important performance. " A shrill voice sounded from the door of the lounge.
Before the man came in, they heard a sound of high heels knocking on the floor.
The next moment, the door was slammed open.
A middle-aged woman pinched her waist with one hand, staring angrily at Elena, her chest undulating with anger.
Gu Qingli knew this woman, Elena's teacher, Yuer.
She was one of the best models, although she was no longer on T platform, but everywhere there were her legends.
The only disadvantage about her was probably her bad temper.
Elena shrank her neck, turned her eyes, and dared not say a word.
"Miss Yuer." Gu Qingli stepped forward, stood between the two, and shouted, trying to extinguish Yuer's anger.