On the same plane, Dai Qingzhou was in a very bad mood.
As expected, Lydia remains a highly regarded designer in Parisian fashion circles.
The results were far worse than she had expected!
A dazzling event made many people famous, and the entire fashion industry was overjoyed, but Diane alone seemed to have been abandoned by God.
The thought of facing countless voices upon returning to the capital is unbearable.
Most of them raised doubts.
Before the plane even landed, Dai Qingzhou's head was already throbbing.
Glancing at the dejected Lydia, Dai Qingzhou suppressed his annoyance and comforted her, "It's over now, so don't dwell on it. Go back and prepare well for the Shaoguang Jewelry Exhibition next month, and try to redeem yourself!"
Looking at Qiao Lian, who was wearing a face mask and scrolling through her phone, Dai Qingzhou encouraged her gently, "Qiao, your performance this time was commendable. Go back and prepare well, and strive for new achievements at the Shanghai Jewelry Fair next month."
"Mr. Dai, I..."
The words he was about to say stopped abruptly. Meeting Dai Qingzhou's impatient expression, Jolian remained silent and turned to look at the golden clouds outside the window.
More than ten hours later, the plane slowly landed.
Sitting for too long has left me with a sore back, aching legs, and cramps; my neck doesn't even feel like my own anymore.
As a group of people disembarked from the plane, Dai Qingzhou had just turned on his phone when it started ringing incessantly.
When you open WeChat with over 99 contacts, each person's profile picture has a red dot on it.
It was as if the sky was about to collapse.
With work on its agenda, Dai Qingzhou went straight into the vice president's WeChat chat window.
One glance, and everything went black.
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